Photo: Robert Fairer1/36Morning sunlight pouring into my grandmother’s old bedroom while having my makeup done by my lovely friend Karina Constantine.
Photo: Robert Fairer2/36Ready and waiting, cotton poplin dresses designed by myself and made by Plum Sykes’s mother, Valerie.
Photo: Robert Fairer3/36The corset going on! Here I am getting dressed by maids of honor Matilda Goad and Nina Flohr.
Photo: Robert Fairer4/36Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes.
Photo: Robert Fairer5/36Finishing touches pinning in my veil.
Photo: Robert Fairer6/36A few final words of wisdom from my wonderful mother, who also wore Emilia Wickstead.
Photo: Robert Fairer7/36Last look back.
Photo: Robert Fairer8/36No nerves, just pure excitement.
Photo: Robert Fairer9/36My father and I on our way to the church. I think his smile says it all.
Photo: Robert Fairer10/36Greeted at the gate by our priest to walk the final stretch.
Photo: Lucy Tanner for Robert Fairer11/36Hand in hand, two by two.
Photo: Lucy Tanner for Robert Fairer12/36Listening intently to our master of ceremonies read “Salutation to the Dawn.”
Photo: Robert Fairer13/36Just married and smiling from ear to ear!
Photo: Lucy Tanner for Robert Fairer14/36Being showered by fresh rose petals from my mother’s garden.
Photo: Robert Fairer15/36My godfather’s funny, kind, and charming speech about my childhood, personality, and relationship.
Photo: Robert Fairer16/36Our friends Fritz von Westenholz and Caroline Sieber.
Photo: Robert Fairer17/36Getting ready to greet our guests.
Photo: Robert Fairer18/36Sandwiched in between my two maids of honor, Matilda Goad and Nina Flohr.
Photo: Robert Fairer19/36Our delicious lemon polenta cake.
Photo: Robert Fairer20/36Cutting the cake surrounded by family and friends!
Photo: Robert Fairer21/36The calm when all our guests had left the reception and we had a moment alone.
Photo: Robert Fairer22/36Outside, hay bales had been covered in linens and fairy lights strung to surround an Airstream cocktail bar.
Photo: Robert Fairer23/36My cousin designed the drinks bar made from old wooden crates, in which we then planted fresh herbs—giving an amazing smell.
Photo: Robert Fairer24/36Our dinner placement board, which I have since framed as a memento. Each table was named after a crystal and had a beautiful hand-painted illustration.
Photo: Robert Fairer25/36The scene inside the tent.
Photo: Lucy Tanner for Robert Fairer26/36Rooted trees around the tent gave a wild woodland feel. There were also seasonal flowers in little glass bottles scattered along the pink linen tablecloths.
Photo: Robert Fairer27/36Our beautiful table cards.
Photo: Robert Fairer28/36A predinner twirl while we waited for our guests to be seated for the meal. I replaced the original black sash on my skirt with white satin, which gave more of a bridal look.
Photo: Robert Fairer29/36Our dreamy dinner.
Photo: Lucy Tanner for Robert Fairer30/36First kiss!
Photo: Lucy Tanner for Robert Fairer31/36Anthony reading his loving, charming, and incredible speech.
Photo: Robert Fairer32/36Our friend Princess Tatiana of Greece.
Photo: Robert Fairer33/36Friends Caroline Sieber and Lucy Al Saud.
Photo: Robert Fairer34/36My mother, Sophie Warre, and friends Debbie Bismarck and Judith Loof.
Photo: Robert Fairer35/36Mini lemon meringues and flourless chocolate brownies, which I sadly never saw.
Photo: Robert Fairer36/36Our first dance to “Love Generation.”