t here’s something about the bare-it-all collarbone that brides just can’t get enough of - everybody says yes to strapless, a neckline that has yet to bow down to the cutthroat tidal waves of fashion-trend overhaul, flaunting strong for over a decade now, and with no sign of wavering. As much as the shown-off shoulders look screams ‘fancy’, there is still a fantabulous plethora of styles to

a fter combing the shops, poring over the mags, and twirling around more times than she can count, a blushing bride-to-be should consider herself lucky to have settled on her number one gown – guaranteed there’s going to be a second favorite, third runner-up, and a neck and neck tie – how to choose may just be the most elusive of mystery of the feminine mystique yet. Fact tidbit - Napoleon’

f ashion-forward, hipster-swarmed, glamour-puss Montreal has been waiting ever so patiently for a bridal show with harmonizing uptown elegance. And after years of lurking in NYC’s shadows, the goods were finally delivered on December 6th by Montreal’s own planner extraordinaire, Maddy K. The shrewd entrepreneur can field all ‘mercis’ for the city’s first bridal boudoir of lush intimacy, a

l ately, all things vintage have tip-toed their way into our hearts, making the everyday drudgery of outfit assemblage a thing of tickle-trunk make-believe. The bridal ensemble may just be your most critical fashion choice, ever, but that’s no excuse to take it with tight-collared, corset-cinched seriousness. W-day’s the perfect opportunity to play dress-up, meaning you can over-sparkle, stilt-

d aydreaming on your ideal wedding dress allows for momentary blips of bliss, much like a hypothetical version of window shopping: you spot something pretty, get flooded with blithe yearning, and move along with that jilted feeling of a satisfaction stifled. But once real life kicks in with in-the-flesh proposals and certified diamonds, you get to play dress-up with purpose. This is a task both bea