What I cherish most about having attended 6 weddings last year was that I got to experience the union of souls in such varying ambiances. I attended a family friend’s marriage ceremony in Paris which, at the last minute (a few days before the ceremony), I was asked to MC. It was an intimate affair, held just on the left bank at the American Cathedrale in Paris, which brought together select few friends and family from Ghana, France, New York, Paris, Belgium, Switzerland and beyond.
The bride’s look was redolent of old Hollywood glamour, hair pulled back into a severe chignon with a scarlet lip and brilliant smile to go with it. Seeing her glide down the aisle with her bouquet of orchids, jaws unhinged and hit the floor. I must say, at at least 4 out of 6 of the weddings I was at last year, I waxed emotional watching the bride’s entrance: it is a moment unlike any other, full of awe and excitment.
Having been asked to play mistress of ceremonies well after I had arrived in Europe, I didn’t have anything in particular to wear to the wedding. After agreeing over the phone in Switzerland and discussing quick details with the couple and planners over hurried magrets de canard in Paris a few days later (and 2 or so days before the ceremony), I rummaged through my suitcase to find something appropriate. Here’s where my chronic over packing has to come in handy, I thought. Voila! I found a dress I had stuffed into my things at the last minute. It would have to do, despite needing alterations given that I had shed quite a few pounds since the last time I had it taken in (my tailor’s running joke is that I need to pick a size and stick to it). I figured with a safety pin here and there (or simply standing in the right pose), it would pass.
Not without the drama of locking myself out of the apartment I was staying in the night before the wedding and getting lost en route to the church, I finally arrived at 65 Quai d’ Orsay for the ceremony on a balmy September afternoon. After the deed was pithly done, we enjoyed apéros at the Pavillon Kléber before being seated for the Potel et Chabot catered reception. I was so honoured to be a part of their beautiful union and day.
Here’s a glimpse of what I managed to scrounge up for my MC duties as well as some photos of all the fab girls. I loved my cousin Eny’s black jaquard suit; it was pure pizzaz!
What I Wore: Robert Rodriguez Origami dress, Nicholas Kirkwood Masquarade d’orsay sandals, Oscar de la Renta cuff, Kenneth Jay Lane Earrings