Posts Tagged ‘Royal Wedding’

Actress frequent lawbreaker, and jailbird Lindsay Lohan somehow scored an invite to “one of the most anticipated events of the year” Kim Kardashian‘s wedding.

Lohan wore the Temperley gown, which you may remember seeing on Pippa Middleton in emerald after her sister Kate’s wedding to Prince William.

Lohan in the Temperley gown, in white.

Pippa Middleton in the Temperley gown in emerald, after the royal wedding.

Which one is the mother?


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Zara Phillips and Mike Tindall tied the knot at Canongate Kirk in Edinburgh, Scotland in a small traditional wedding ceremony.


The bride walking to Canongate Kirk with her father Mark Phillips.

Tindall and his groomsmen.

Zara wore an ivory dress by Stewart Parvin and the Meander Tiara, lent to her by mother Princess Anne.

Mother of the bride Princess Anne

The Queen

Prince William and Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge

Prince Harry

Prince Charles and Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall

Irish jockey AP McCoy and his wife Chanelle

Racing driver Sir Jackie Stewart and his wife Helen

Olympic Skeleton racer Amy Williams

Kirsty Gallacher

Natalie Pinkham

The Saturdays singer Una Healy with boyfriend rugby player Ben Foden

Coronation Street star Katherine Kelly

The bridesmaids with maid of honor Dolly Maude

The bride's sister-in-law Autumn Phillips

The bride's brother Peter Phillips

Prince Edward and his wife Sophie, Countess Of Wessex

Princess Eugenie

Princess Beatrice

The happy bride and groom





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You didn’t think it was done with after the wedding did you? I’m fairly certain the royals actual jobs are to change outfits. Why aren’t I one?

Princess Charlene slipped into an Armani Prive cocktail dress for the official reception and ball.

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Charlene Wittstock, a once Olympic swimmer from South Africa became Princess Charlene on Friday when Monaco’s Prince Albert II took her to be his wife.

The union took place during an ‘intimate’ civil ceremony, which was then followed by a massive religious wedding today.

Princess Charlene looked stunning in both ceremonies; with two big names helping her.

Working with Karl Lagerfeld for her civil ceremony outfit, the two came up with a soft, radiant sky-blue suit.


Fashion commentators have already dubbed the color ‘Charlene blue’.

After the ceremony and into the evening, the princess took off her jacket to reveal a lace-trimmed corset.

For Saturday’s religious ceremony, Giorgio Armani, one of Princess Charlene’s longtime favorite designers was responsible for her gown.

A combination of more than 2,500 hours of work, a strong-lined, made-to-measure concoction of more than 130 meters (about 140 yards) of different silks, 40,000 Swarovski crystals and 20,000 mother of pearl beads went into the dress [middletown journal].




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If you have yet to see this…

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Simon Doonan

I adore Simon Doonan. If you don’t know who he is, slap yourself, then google him.

I tweeted Simon yesterday, and he tweeted me back (and I squealed with delight). But I just stumbled across an article he wrote about the big event and I had to share!! It’s a little long, but read it! [Taken from Slate]

Kate’s Dress! That Queen! Those Hats!

Could the elegant royal wedding signal the end of porno chic?

By Simon Doonan.

It was with great reluctance that I dragged myself out of bed this morning, popped in my 18th-century wooden dentures, powdered and deloused my wig, hoisted my lorgnette, and clicked on the TV to watch the royal wedding. Why the withholding grumpiness and general lack of rejoicing? OK, I admit it: I am irate because I—a Brit AND a queen!—was not able to score a lucrative network TV wedding commentator gig. As tragic as it sounds, I actually wanted to be a ROYAL WATCHER for the day!

I’m not sure why I ever thought this was even a remote possibility. I have never had a good word to say about the chinless, annoying, anti-Semitic and inbred English aristocracy. The only individual I feel any affection for is the frowzy-but-admirable Queen Elizabeth II, aka Brenda. Her Maj is known as Brenda to the generations of Brits who read Private Eyemagazine, wherein she has been pseudonym’d, to avoid legal action, since the 1960s.

Regarding Brenda, and her legendary anti-fashion: Years ago I interviewed Sir Hardy Amies, the hilarious and tart-tongued old poof who created Queen Elizabeth’s iconic “look.” I refer to those brightly hued outfits with the matching dress, coat and hat—like the yellow number she had on today. When I asked Sir Hardy if he had ever tried to squeeze Brenda into anything more stylish, he admonished me sternly. “Young man! Her Majesty must never appear to be chic. That would be disastrous, for there is an unkindness to chic [paging Wallace Simpson!] and her Majesty must never appear to be unkind. She must always appear friendly and approachable.”

As I watched Kate Middleton in her Sarah Burton-for-the house-of-Alexander McQueen frock, I scrutinized her for any traces of unkind chic. Alexander McQueen, the subject of a poignant retrospective opening at the Met Costume Institute on Monday night, was known for wild experimentation. But Kate was pitch perfect. Nothing too insanely fashiony or arch. No stylish self-indulgence. Nothing radical or innovative. Tudor-esque in silhouette, the frock had a tight bodice and sleeves, contracting with a flaring structured skirt. Mary Queen of Scots meets Grace Kelly. She was in every respect an archetypically pretty princess, an Audrey Hepburn for the 21st century! (See, my commentary is TV-ready!)

As I watched her sailing down the aisle like a romance novel heroine, a serious question formed itself under that powdered wig of mine. Might the lovely Kate, with her modest allure, her natural bosom and her quiet mystery, have the power to stem the flood of boob-jiggling hooker style which has engulfed not just fashion, but our entire culture? Could April 29, 2011 mark the beginning of a whole new era of elegant restraint?

An entire generation has grown up in a world of hair extensions, pneumatic hooters, and stripper poles. In the absence of a Jackie Kennedy or a Grace Kelly, these kids—and their mothers!—have been subjected to an unadulterated diet of Girls Gone Wild, busty Real Housewives, Jenna Jameson, and The Girls Next Door. The message? “Hotness” is the single viable currency. The only effective way to get attention is to flaunt your lady bits. Now along comes Kate, the anti-hooker, garnering the attention and admiration of the entire world with barely a glimpse of flesh.

My prediction: If she keeps up the simple elegance, she might well make a dent in the all-pervading culture of porno-chic. At the very least brunette Kate could de-popularize our global addiction to peroxide.

Aside from that, how did you enjoy the show, Mrs. Lincoln? Not a dull moment. Loved the rosy-cheeked choirboys and the aging prelates with their gorgeous robes and exploding eyebrows.J’adore’d Fergie’s daughters in their insane hats sitting right behind the bright yellow Brenda.

Speaking of which: Am I the only person who lamented the absence of Fergie? The goofy ebullience and joie-de-vivre that have caused the Royal Family so much agita were poignantly absent. A similar thing happened at Chuck and Di’s wedding back in 1981: Back then it was lady novelist Barbara Cartland who was relegated to the salon des refusees. Even though Babs was a relative of the Spencer family, she was asked not to attend as her presence might prove “distracting.” Given that she always wore gaudy pastel satin gowns, 10 sets of fake lashes, and outrageous ostrich feather hats, thereby resembling a circus poodle, this was a strong possibility.

Back to Kate. With Mrs. Wills poised to eradicate ho culture from your lifestyle and your closet, it’s not too early to start thinking of ways to recycle all your thongs, pasties, porno-pumps, and halter tops. Since fashion is a pendulum, it might be best to store them all in acid-free tissue paper so that you can eventually make them available to your grandchildren: “These were mine once, back when I was young and vagazzled and spray-tanned,” you will say, tearfully unveling your raunchy relics to your wide-eyed heirs, adding, “I am not quite sure why, but I suddenly stopped wearing them on the day Kate and Wills got hitched!”

Kate and Wills, mazel tov!

P.S. Am currently accepting bookings to Royal-Watch Harry’s nuptials. I feel confident that both Fergie and I will be invited.

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Guests enter Westminster Abbey

Royal wedding procession

The ring

Royal wedding emergence

Royal wedding carriage procession

Carole Middleton, Queen Elizabeth II and Camilla, Duchess of Cornwall

The balcony kiss

Images: Getty

As I sit here putting this together, there are girls around me talking about, what else but the Royal Wedding. “Did you see her dress?” “Oh my God she looked so beautiful.”

They are literally giddy as if it were their wedding. Not to sound cynical or morbid, but I hope the outcome of this one is far different than the last…

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