ROYALTY, UNDER POLITE OBSERVATION: Style at The Wedding of Prince Guillaume of Luxembourg and the Countess Stephanie de Lannoy
Princess Stephanie of Luxembourg, (The former Countess Stephanie de Lannoy), i n Elie Saab Darling, I must confess—there are weaknesses in this world to which even the most disciplined among us must surrender, and mine arrives clad in satin, crowned in diamonds, and accompanied by a parade of hats so theatrical they border on the divine. A royal wedding, you see, is not merely an event; it is a spectacle, a confection, a carefully orchestrated dream in which excess becomes elegance and tradition flirts shamelessly with fantasy. This past weekend—oh, how delicious it was—the Hereditary Grand Duke of Luxembourg, a country so petite one could almost miss it between more assertive neighbors, took a bride. And what a bride she was. The Countess Stéphanie de Lannoy floated down the aisle in Elie Saab, as though the designer himself had whispered the gown into existence. And the tiara—my dear, the tiara—dating back to 1878, glimmered with the kind of history one cannot fake, no matt...