I’m not engaged. No ring. No proposal.
But I have spent an embarrassing amount of time imagining my celebrity dream wedding — purely for the vibes.
Not copying any one celeb. Just borrowing that effortless luxury energy where everything looks expensive, intentional, and somehow easy.
Version one: Old Hollywood glamour.
Think black-and-white palette, candlelight everywhere, gold accents, chandeliers doing half the work. A historic manor, sunset ceremony, sleek ivory silk dress, soft waves, red lipstick. Golden Age cinema but make it modern.
Version two: Bohemian fantasy.
Barefoot in a meadow or on a clifftop. Wildflowers, string lights, long wooden tables, shared food, folk music. More adventure than performance. Feels like a great party that just happens to be a wedding.
Version three (the favourite?): Minimalist luxe.
Clean lines. Neutral tones. Architectural dress. Modern venue with glass and light. Nothing extra — just perfect materials, scale, and restraint. Quiet luxury that whispers instead of shouts.
Then there’s the royal dream.
A real castle or stately home, dramatic gown, choir, champagne in the gardens — but without the stuffy formality. Grand yet relaxed. Garden party, not state banquet.
And finally: the intimate garden version.
40 people max. Ceremony under a tree. Tea and cake, Pimm’s on the lawn, dinner in a greenhouse, candles, conversation. Celebrity energy, human-sized.
What I’ve realised?
The celebrity part isn’t the money or copying trends. It’s the confidence to say, this is what we want — and actually do it...........................................Read More
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