Friday, October 19, 2012
It was the simplest of weddings at the stone chapel of the university where we were both working on our PhDs--no flowers, no attendants, no guest list--just as I wanted.
And definitely no proper wedding dress. That just isn't me (I didn't even look for a bridal shop), though I did want a new dress.
The one I loved, which was also the only one I liked, was a navy Chanel dress with a fitted bodice, Norma Kamali-style retro-wide straps via Paris chic, double-breasted gold CC buttons and a short pouf skirt.
It was not unlike the dress on the left (weeps):
It was bloody awesome, but as I had neither plastic nor parents, nor any possibility of raising the funds as a graduate student away from her home country, the dress remained on the rail. And I redirected my shopping focus into my closet.
For my wedding I wore a black fitted chauffeur's jacket by WilliWear, designed by Willi Smith, black stockings, and black heels. I must have bought it, in Canada, during Fall 1986.
This is Willi:
Here's an excerpt from a review of that collection in the Pittsburgh Press, by Mariann Caprino.
It was called Totally Serious, and I must have been too, twenty-one years ago, with a healthy dose of humour on the side, because here we are. And the jacket is still in my closet too.