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 liberties and booming prosperity. So if you’re keen on a hotsy totsy medley of a wedding, kick start that jalopy and roll down those stockings – the groom won’t know what hit him.
w hether pin-up and camp or country-cottage and quaint, polka-dots scream spring-time festiveness and gal-pal squeals. Stretch your imagination beyond the traditional "Itsy Bitsy Teenie Weenie Yellow Polka Dot Bikini” and opt for a spread that is positively speckled with dimple-inducing spheres. open the polka-dot door
i f you can claim it was love when you both reached for the same Who record, then a beatific mod wed-up may be just for you. Hedonist and hyper-cool, the mods rode the curtails of the British Invasion, sporting page boy flair and mop top cuts, pillbox hats and Jacqueline gloves. Camped-up café culture, Italian art-house flicks, and Kinky witticisms are just a Carnaby Street away when it comes to the throwing the Harvey Wallbanger of all themed weddings.
a fifties-induced, back-to-the future romp of adolescent idealism is sure to emboss even the most unruliest of couples in the purest of hall-of-famer glory. The early rock and roll power era, defined by a generation of screaming prepubescents, was one unto which the likes of Chuck Berry, Jerry Lee Lewis, Bill Haley, not to mention the King himself were born. This social phenomenon symbolized one-of kind puppy dog love, first ripples of sexual tension, and ultimately, the rush of adrenaline that comes from a night of bucking the system. Fuse the bobby-socked oh-boy-ness of the dimpled dappled schoolgirl with the bad-bo