May the odds be ever in their favour.
Artist, model and petroleum heiress Ivy Getty recently got married in this:
I’m not sure what to say about a wedding gown adorned with broken mirror shards other than ‘hold still. I need to touch up my lipstick.’
Otherwise, it’s a beautiful dress that will surely end up in a museum one day. The designer is John Galliano (pictured with man-bun), who designed not just the mirror dress but the bride’s multiple wardrobe changes throughout the event.
Vogue magazine’s coverage of the affair provides liberal quotes from its editor at large Hamish Bowles, who was also on the guest list. His reviews are positively glowing. It was an occasion filled with “rather grand San Francisco society” colliding with “beautiful, free-spirit rebels being their authentic selves… all astoundingly charming and engaged and engaging. It gave one hope for the future.”
Sorry Mr. Bowles but it gave only some hope for the future. Over on Twitter, the takeaway was less hope-ish and slightly more Hunger Games-ish—IE, a world wherein servile populations exist solely to provide goods and services to the pampered, glitzy freaks of the Capitol. All I can say is, the optics were not great.
The ceremony was officiated by Effie Trinket Nancy Pelosi, a hundred-millionaire (here to provide a service to billionaires). The House Speaker may have dedicated her life to public service but has lately displayed a certain out-of-touchess by flouting mask rules and flaunting a pair of sub-zero freezers and twelve-dollar-a-pint ice cream early in the pandemic, while people all over California were losing their livelihoods.
The couple exchanged vows in the breathtaking surroundings of San Francisco City Hall. The Beaux Arts architectural masterpiece is situated inside the Tenderloin neighborhood which—lately blighted by squalor, syringes, human excrement and fentanyl zombies—is breathtaking in a whole different way.
Governor Gavin Newsom made an appearance, ending a two-week disappearing act. He was supposed to fly to Glasgow to fix climate change but instead ended up at an opulent, Gilded-Age style wedding paid for by a Big Oil plutocracy. At least his attendance made for one less private jet on the runway at Edinburgh Airport.
We don’t see a lot of masks in the Vogue coverage but we know people were wearing them and by ‘people’ I mean those peons juggling trays of champagne-filled flutes. From the 2021 Met Costume Gala slash Zoolander tribute, we know all about the capricious mask rules of the ruling class and it’s really gross.
I don’t begrudge anyone a fairytale wedding and in all fairness to the bride and groom, their matrimonial extravaganza wasn’t well publicized. (Wisely, given the times we live in.) Were it not for the ‘Where’s Newsom’ incident, it would have slipped off the radar entirely. Except, of course, the Vogue feature story. But who gets their current events news from Vogue? For this, we have Teen Vogue.