l ove looks not with the eyes, but with the mind. Why not cast a spell of metaphorical context upon your wedding nuptials? You and your king may be titan royalty like Oberon and Titiana, enraptured sweethearts, Hermia and Lysander, or violently lustful like Helena and Demetrius. You may even be two giggly, mischievous Pucks. Whichever literary pairing you emote to the most, explore the boundaries o

t hink Phantom of the Opera-level mystique, without the nasty surprise at the unveiling. In fact, those hiding behind the sequined, feathered masks, elaborately embellished gowns and Venetian wigs are all friendly faces – mom, dad and grandma all decked out on the dance floor. Hosting a masquerade wedding is a great way to celebrate your high-profile love, because masquerades are, by nature, endo

t he ravenous twenties were indeed hands down the bee’s knees of all decades. Molls and dolls, flappers and dappers, Real McCoys and good old flyboys were at the heart of what was deemed the Jazz Age - the era of the juice joint, a boozin’ and schmoozin’ Gin Mill of hooch-induced capers and fringe clad hoofers. Nestled in a chronological niche like no other, the twenties teemed with sexy libe

a ll brides capping off the decade, wondering what’s hot to trot down the aisle for the 2010, need not look any further. Oh-nine standbys, like the vintage craze, hold fast at number one, reigning in updated newcomers, like the all-drama, no-cumber birdcage veil. Couture cupcakes, retro invites and monogrammed everything have yet to lose their mojo, so if signature drinks float your boat, don’t

s tripes bring to mind zebras, candy-canes, fast cars, after-dinner mints, French girls, nautical stuff, Bill Murray, Beetlejuice, Emily the Strange, rainbow toe socks, hot pseudo-nurses, a certain garage rock duo, and those redwhite&blue popsicles that taste like lemonade. Nice work, stripes. You’ve put y