m ontreal’s Natalia Exclusif is laden with Belarus’s fervour for bridal couture, and not without a stamp of authenticity. Charged with a shrewd business sense and yen for fashion, Natalia Erchova travelled to the provocative nation and back again, toting along the Papilio brand, and one head turner of a souvenir.

a trail of cake crumbs and a champagne fountain run dry may signal the end of a ring-bearing after-party, but sentimentality and the memory of a pretty penny well-spent have left you clinging to the gown-of-the-hour for dear life. Vows of till ‘dust do us part’ are nothing to mess with - thanks to a little ingenuity and a smattering of philanthropist intention, what was old becomes wholly ‘w

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