c all it trash-the-dress, anti-bride photography, rocking the frock; call it whatever you like- it’s still the coolest thing to happen to wedding photography since the digi-cam and candid shots first broke through age-old bridal barriers. Trashing the dress is all about trashing traditions, and leaving a beautiful, expensive gown to sit in the attic is one traditional many modern brides are reluc

f eet that crave comfort should not be ignored, even when loud, four-inch patent-leather pumps strive to drown out the yelps of pain. Pretty’s still a priority, but only second to getting through the day’s sundry activities blister-less. No question it’s cute when brides unleash themselves from the shackles of foot-torture around 10 pm and hit the dance-floor barefoot. But there’s nothing l

i nes Di Santo is taking the bridal wear stratosphere by storm, crafting artistic vision into sumptuous design with a flourish of fantastical textiles and intuitive ingénue. Di Santo’s couturier collection derives inspiration from the illustrious facets of the elusive diamond – intricate frosted beading, crystallized blossoms, Swarovski encrusted bodices, and foamy voluminous skirts shine with

t he perennial headpiece is a blessed thing. Beloved by those more artful in their accessorizing, headpieces remind us that flappers, princesses and girls who wear garlands are not so anachronistic. Maybe shop at a local joint with a custom bent, because it’s true-blue of you to nod to your city’s cool artists. Then again, with a world of dramatic headwear just waiting to crown you ‘bride

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