c olor-happy polychrome-addicts are gaining prestige on the wedding plain, but that doesn’t mean white’s been knocked into ho-hum-hood. Honestly, white weddings will never be white-bread because they’ve got the elegance and grace of a thousand doves in crème-colored tutus. Admittedly though, this classic non-color could use a little help traversing over into modernity. A tug in just about an

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