It seems like 2012 was a year of fashion for my couples. I had a bride who had a tattoo of the Chanel logo. I had a bride who the dress designer met by chance and simply insisted she must come to Italy for a private fitting. And of course so many fabulous shoes, in particular the Louboutins with their pristine, delicate red soles, fetish objects as much as footwear. But this was the first time that those red soles belonged … to the groom.
Yes, Christine knows Jesse quite well, and knew exactly what to get her fashion-conscious groom as a wedding gift. Shoes to walk down the aisle together in; to dance like a madman in … and, with their spikes, probably fairly useful for self-defense, but that luckily never came up. And they were put to good use, with a dance party so wild that I suspect the Bachelor’s Party was held at breakdance camp. It was a wild, fun day thanks to them and their friends and family, and thanks as well to Dave Paek, who did a great job helping out as always, and probably had the most important job of all, as he handled the shoes.
