It seems I've started this blog at an auspicious moment in history - a once-in-a-generation event that causes ripples across politics, betting agencies and society in general. But it's in the fashion and style world where the tsunamis of clashing opinion are really gaining momentum.
Of course, it's a royal wedding.
There really is nothing like a royal wedding to get everyone in a proper flap about all sorts of things, not the least of which is the Ultimate Question - what will she wear? Because, let's face it, no-one gives a toss about the church or the flowers or what the groom wore.
The current opinion amongst those who've offered one is that Our Kate will go for a column style, to truly maximise her long, slender, leggy, statuesque frame. Seems reasonable. It's a beautiful classic look that she probably won't cringe over when she thumbs through the wedding album in the thirty years time. It's both contemporary and timeless. But I'd be surprised if there isn't a tiny bit of demand for something more opulent for the potential future Queen, even in these days of economies on the brink of collapse. That said, I'd advise against going the full marshmallow, if for no other reason than Our Kate's late mother-in-law-to-be really took that look to the limit.
And then there's the kerfuffle about who will design it. The likelihood of it being a British designer is beyond high. It's a moment like this that I really wish Alexander McQueen was still of this earth, because that had the potential to be truly spectacular. Erdem, though not technically British, has been mentioned. I hope Westwood gets a look in - though perhaps a saucy, witty, corseted and bustled gown may be asking a bit much of the Windsor household. I love the idea that she might embroider God Save The Queen on the derriere of a pair of matching pantaloons, just to be cheeky. Low key yet reliably classy options are Bruce Oldfield and Phillipa Lepley.
But frankly, I'd be calling Galliano. Because every wedding is also a bit of theatre, and no-one does theatre like Galliano. Though they may have to restrict his fabric yardage to, maybe, three metres instead of his usual thirty, bless 'im.
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