various makeup artists, dermatologists, and eyebrow specialists, plus the entire staff of barneys brooklyn, have told me how beautiful i am, or look, so many times in the last month that i’m starting to get suspicious.
but when my hair stylist for both our wedding ceremony and our family wedding dinner said that i had sent in better references than any client she’s ever had, i believed her.
those references were good. and this is what i got.
(she even bought a copy of the 50th anniversary edition of vogue italia and had it in the studio. she had even blown out naomi campbell’s hair for the cover.)
i bought this dress from net-a-porter months ago and sent a link to laia for styling advice. she had various ideas for heels including one “WILD CARD option… these dolce pumps… i think maybe they are too crazy? but omg theyre beautiful and i think fit in nicely with the narrative of your romance… re. italy etc.” obviously i wanted to go with the wild card option that alluded to our italian engagement. i wasn’t planning on carrying a bouquet, but i still wanted flowers on my shoes.
i also sent a link to suzanne, who i have been friends with ever since i was in charge of beauty and she was in charge of fashion news when we were at teen vogue. “would you wear your hair up with the teal dress?” she asked. “that neckline seems made for it.”
it was. what would i do without these people? marc insisted on the photo.
Taki Bluesinger, Raw Egg Costume (feat. Carole Itter), 1974
the vogue italia experience i was going for, achieved.
i literally have no words for how perfect this is on so many fucking levels. all the levels. ALL.THE.LEVELS.
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alain badiou, in praise of love
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Daniel took a shadow selfie of us at Bushkill Falls this weekend.