I know it's been a few weeks since I posted the continuing saga of "The Idiot Wedding Planner" but here it is:
The wedding took place on the resorts property. There was a cobblestone path leading from the pool area to the gardens. We were careful as we walked past the pool area. Guests were splashing and running around dripping every which way. A sign was posted upon nearing the gardens that read "Private Function" and a security guard stood checking everyones' invite.
The guests were kept to a minimum, no more than 50 people in total. “Gilligan,” The Panamanian’s only child and son was present and his date was his girlfriend whom he had been dating for the past year. After greeting us with a kiss-kiss, hug-hug, he introduced us to his new lady love, chatted for a few minutes and then left before making their way to the other guests.
ME: She seems friendly.
VALENTINA: She has a real annoying high pitched laugh that makes your ears bleed.
ME: Is there anyone you don’t find fault in?
VALENTINA: Of course. Me and you my bestie.
Valentina made a remark in regards about how we were all dressed in white. Guys wore loose fitted linen shirts and pants and women in pretty white dresses. She stated we all resembled members of a cult. The entire theme of the wedding was white. The chairs, the flowers, the ribbons tied around the chair-- all white, white, white with brilliant crystals. I wasn’t too sure what theme Topless Barbie was going for, Valentina however offered her two cents:
VALENTINA: Blinding her guests. Cue Billy Idol’s White Wedding.
She had a point. Normally I don’t mind a white color scheme but there was just so much of it and with the added crystal accents and the sun there may have been a good possibility we would have been blinded had it not been for us wearing sunglasses. That was the least of our problems.
The timing of her nuptials couldn’t have come at a worst time and I do mean that literally. Don’t get me wrong, a destination wedding in the tropics is a beautiful thing but only if it’s on the beach so you can feel that cool breeze come off from the ocean. A destination wedding in the tropics in the middle of the afternoon when the sun is at its hottest in the garden is never a good idea......unless it’s at a nude resort. At least you’d be able to stay cool in your birthday suit.
To Be Continued.......
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Over the years I have learned that what is important in a dress is the woman who is wearing it.” -Yves Saint Laurent
I'm not sure how many of my Lovelies keep up with news from the fashion world but reading about this latest news just ticked me off.
It's been reported and confirmed the French fashion house Yves Saint Laurent will be not only dropping the Yves from its name but change the brand's moniker from YSL to SLP for Saint Laurent Paris. I'm not going to lie, I nearly fainted when I first heard about this and thank God I didn't. I had just had my hair done and my nails were freshly polished--- how horrible would have that been to mess up my hair and nails at the same time?! The YSL company appointed creative director designer Hedi Slimane who explained that he had been given "total creative responsibility for the brand image and all of its collections." The new branding will be introduced in the coming months, most likely to coincide with Slimane's first designs for the label's Spring 2013 collection going on sale.
And that's where the mistake lies-- granting him to have so much power.
Hedi Slimane is calling it a "strategic move." Well, in my opinion it's a stupid move! Seriously, it's like changing "Coco Chanel" to "Coco Channel." I can't believe the board of directors didn't object to this absurd move. Oh wait, they couldn't because the board of directors gave him full creative control!! For years YSL has been an iconic symbol of french luxury and changing it is a slap in the face to the late Monsieur St. Laurent. The company's brand is built on the legacy of one of the greatest names in fashion. Why change it?
Yves St.Laurent during the 1960s and 1970s, popularized fashion trends such as the beatnik look, safari jackets for men and women, tight pants and tall, thigh-high boots, including the creation of arguably the most famous classic tuxedo suit for women in 1966, Le Smoking suit.
Truly this is a sad, sad, terribly sad day in the fashion world.
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Yesterday was "World Music Day." Happy (Belated) Music Day. A day on which the world celebrates the magical gift of music. I blogged an entry on my love of music here. Some nights when I can't sleep {which is more than often} I put on my ear buds and press play. I was listening to a song I hadn't heard in ages. One of those songs that’s simple, sweet, melodic and direct to the point.
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It's been one hell of a week weather wise. We were under an extreme heat alert, humidex alert and smog alert. Temperatures soared to +42C. It was literally like walking into an oven and slowly being roasted. We don't get heat like this often up here so it was really nice. Hey, it beats -25C freezing cold weather in the winter!!
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My loyal and dear readers, it's finally Friday.
Whatever your plans are have a beautiful weekend. ~x
XOXOXOXO,
Cocaine Princess
