Photo: Richard Stow1/30My talented maid of honor, Arianne Lovelace, drew the designs and calligraphy on our invitations. Our Friday and Saturday nights were opposites in many ways, so she designed the invitations to reflect this contrast.
Photo: Richard Stow2/30We held our Friday night white party in a 17th-century palacio inside the old town. It had a beautiful walled garden that felt like a real oasis in the busy city.
Photo: Richard Stow3/30Red carnations are a symbol of passion in Seville. On Friday night, we gave one to guests when they walked into the white party as a splash of color.
Photo: Richard Stow4/30Friday started late, Spanish-style. It was a hot summer night, and we had drinks in the garden before dinner. Everyone wore white except me!
Photo: Richard Stow5/30While everyone else wore white on Friday, I went as colorful as possible. My Dolce & Gabbana brocade top and silk skirt were from the Carretto collectsion (Sicilian, not Sevillan . . . but close enough!).
Photo: Richard Stow6/30My bridesmaid Christine Marzano was our emcee on Friday night. She’s a gorgeous actress and one of the funniest people I know, so she was perfect for the role.
Photo: Richard Stow7/30You can always count on Spanish men to be the life of the party, and Erik’s groomsmen from Madrid did not disappoint!
Photo: Richard Stow8/30I kept my hair and makeup very natural. I wanted to look clean and fresh and, above all, like myself.
Photo: Richard Stow9/30The wedding dress was a labor of love for my bridesmaid Anna Haas, who is also one of my partners and the design director of Galvan. For weeks she oversaw every step of its creation in the atelier, and 20 minutes before I got dressed she was still perfecting it.
Photo: Richard Stow10/30This was our first Galvan wedding dress. I wanted it to be very clean and modern, but it also had to reflect the style of Seville. I was thrilled with the end result, which featured three different kinds of lace and incorporated lined and unlined panels.
Photo: Richard Stow11/30One of my favorite parts of the wedding was getting ready with my bridesmaids. Christine Marzano made me laugh for hours with stories of her escapades. She changed into a silver chain-mail dress from Galvan before helping me into my wedding dress.
Photo: Richard Stow12/30The hacienda had a beautiful inner courtyard, which was perfect for our disco and lounge. Erik’s pet name for me is Fluffy, so we named it the Fluffy Disco. We shut all the doors to the courtyard and kept it hidden until after dinner so it would be a surprise.
Photo: Richard Stow13/30Each guest was given a fan. A local craftsman made them and they were hand-painted with Seville oranges.
Photo: Richard Stow14/30The ceremony took place in the old carriage house of the hacienda. I loved that it felt like an intimate chapel with the arches and long aisles.
Photo: Richard Stow15/30Erik and I had been married in a civil ceremony a couple of weeks before in London, so we expected to feel quite calm and cool during the ceremony. However, surrounded by our closest friends and family and seeing each other for the first time in our wedding clothes, we were both overwhelmed with emotion.
Photo: Richard Stow16/30Perhaps it was all of the adrenaline but it became a little toasty toward the end of the ceremony. We had given each guest a fan and they became very handy!
Photo: Richard Stow17/30Erik’s tuxedo came from Thom Sweeney, the impeccable London brand started by our friend Thom Whiddett. During their first fitting, Thom showed Erik a photo of Harrison Ford as Indiana Jones in a white dinner jacket and black waistcoat and Erik was immediately sold on the idea.
Photo: Richard Stow18/30After the ceremony, with petals on the floor. Erik and I loved the 18th-century horse bridles and tack that hung on the walls of the old carriage house, so we left them as decoration.
Photo: Richard Stow19/30My bridesmaids all wore dresses from Galvan. Every style was different—I wanted each girl to select the one that she really loved, but they all shared the same brand DNA and looked gorgeous as a collectsion. From left: Daniela Sanchez, Marianna Goulandris, Francesca Zampi, Christine Marzano, Carolyn Franks, Arianne Lovelace, Sola Harrison, Anna Haas, and Daphne Oz.
Photo: Richard Stow20/30During the apertivo before dinner, we had a man slicing Serrano ham for the guests. An artist whom we met in Tarifa painted all the signs for the wedding. Since Serrano is Erik’s last name, this was obviously his favorite sign.
Photo: Richard Stow21/30The apertivo was held in an orange grove alongside the hacienda. It started just after sunset, and once it was pitch black, all of the guests walked through to dinner.
Photo: Richard Stow22/30We filled the long banquet tables with understated bouquets of different white flowers. There were roses, peonies, jasmine, and hyacinth.
Photo: Richard Stow23/30The tables were covered with candles, both tall and short. We took a gamble that it wouldn’t be windy and left the candles uncovered. Luckily, it worked out.
Photo: Richard Stow24/30Erik and I aimed to talk to all of our guests, but we only made it down half of the six rows. Every chat turned into a conversation and we lingered far too long.
Photo: Richard Stow25/30It was nearly a full moon and the heat of the day faded into a sultry summer night. For all the Londoners, eating outside felt like a rare treat.
Photo: Richard Stow26/30Erik is a great dancer and normally spins me around the dance floor. We had to be careful for our first dance, though, since the arms of my lace dress were cut very slim and I couldn’t lift them too high!
Photo: Richard Stow27/30The ever-stylish Rebecca Corbin-Murray led the dance party, which continued until the sun started to rise at 7:00 a.m.
Photo: Richard Stow28/30From 3:00 a.m. onward, we had a Mexican food truck serving tacos and guacamole. The dance party went very late, and we knew our guests would need fuel.
Photo: Richard Stow29/30My brother Will, on the left, and his old college friend Nick Saunders were in their usual legendary form.
Photo: Richard Stow30/30Erik and I sharing a kiss in the orange grove.
