An absolute stunner of a modern dress by Givenchy with protocol-required sleeves…but collarbones on display?
The Song of Solomon in the reading?
MLK, African American spirituals, and social issues in the sermon?
An unabashedly progressive and somewhat controversial Reverend?
A gospel choir?
A bride walking herself up the aisle and giving herself away?
All of the Commonwealth nations referenced in her veil?
The signature messy updo?
The groom choosing to wear a ring?
THAT cello player?
Feelings on display? Publicly?!
The (utterly elegant, lovely, and show-stealing) MoB wearing dreadlocks and a nosering whilst seated across from the Queen in coordinated colors?
Stand By Me and This Little Light of Mine?
The new Duchess of Sussex could have gone quietly into her new life, gone traditional, acquiesced to the frank ugliness of the tabloids, played it safe, and had a perfectly nice and boring wedding. She didn’t.
Color me too-emotionally-involved, but the whole ceremony felt at once deeply personal and also a signal for the kinds of public figures this couple intends to be. Weddings are typically the “bride’s day,” at least when one is not marrying into a firm, and that’s what this felt like in all the important ways.
She might be marrying into an institution and making concessions to do so, but she is clearly carving out a way to do it on her and her husband’s terms. She respected the tradition she is stepping into it while unabashedly–without being brash but also without shrinking–brought her own tradition, family, heritage, and personality along with her. This woman is a smart cookie.
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