Quintessentially Fall

It wouldn’t be a Fall weekend without a raucous swing on an old carousel, funnel cake as entrée, and lots of hand-holding with sticky-fingered little towheads. Our county fair is a people-watching extravaganza; it tops any airport, hands down. I kinda can’t wait. Happy Friday to all!

vintage carousel{via}


Pointers from Parma

I know Walton would give her wee right leg for a “princess dress” like Maria Luisa of Parma’s. Can you even imagine dressing like this on a daily basis, or every so often for your regular formal portraiture? Few and far between are the couturiers left who can fashion a frock as such, and it reminds me just how yawn-worthy my wardrobe is.

I pulled four beautiful tones from this whilst working up a big presentation for a Spring bride of ours who’s calling on all dusky tones to make her affair feel like rosé, sunset on the Ashley, old world glamour, and the gentility of another time.

Maria Luisa of Parma by Mengs

fragrant floral crowns

There is something really Victorian and old world about a delicate floral crown, and they aren’t just for the wee ones! I would eschew the overly heavy boho version, you know the one- it’s perched messily atop a Lord-of-the-Rings-ish model who is lying in a field of heather for a Vogue shoot? That’s not going to translate well on your big day. A little asymmetry, a delicacy without its being too infantile, no ribbon but a little greenery- these are all good things.

floral crowns, bridal headpieces

The simplicity of whites + greens is always welcome, and well, yeah- her gown is just stunning. I also die over the one-sided woven floral partial piece; very Kirsten Dunst/Sofia Coppola.floral crowns, bridal headpieces

So this one’s a little saturated, and I love how it’s grounded + centered at the back of her half-up/half-down situation. The rosemary napkin rings could easily be rosemary hair wreaths I think, and are beyond sweet in their simplicity.

floral crowns, bridal headpieces

For the littlest ladies, you can’t beat the original: the oft-overlooked, oft-knocked baby’s breath. When it’s used mono-botanically like this, it’s very English garden and lovely. The other one just stabs me, too- perhaps it’s the blue/gray tones with a wisp of pink astilbe? It’s exquisite.

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