Nuptial bliss

A fabulous wedding at The Landmark on the Marylebone Road. A looked beyond ravishing in Caroline Castigliano and her husband glowed beside her all evening. She's a commercials music director, he's a television magic producer (& a magician himself) so a brilliant mixture of interesting, party minded guests: Derren Brown was groomsman and pretty much every English TV magician was in attendance, plus fashion people, photographers, designers - even a criminologist. We kicked off with the rehearsal dinner on Friday night at Haveli in Belsize Park with all A's relatives who had flown in from America. On Saturday A walked down the aisle to Panis Angelicus, and back up to The Beach Boys. I read Love's Growth by John Donne and T a Leonard Cohen poem, then the groom's father sang a song he'd written about his son & A.

Then we all drank way too much Champagne, ate our way through a three course dinner, listened to an exemplary best man's speech from actor Andy Nyman, watched John Lenahan do tricks, and did a lot of dancing - including the chair dance in homage to A's Jewish roots. And then more drinking in the hotel bar 'til 2am with the super cool bride & groom. I kissed a sexy magician and discovered that they are indeed manually dexterous.

Today I feel quite unwell.

I wore: Black silk very short Rory Beca V neck tunic. Long vintage gold rope chain. Black patent Christian Louboutin ankle strap stilettos. Bare legs (courtesy of Mystic spray tan). Black patent bubble bag on a long strap. Tashia black fur stole.