Flamenco bride

Would it be too much if I ran down the aisle in one of these little numbers while screaming, "OLE!"?


Or should I get engaged first?



I seem to have weddings on the brain lately. My girlhood partner in many, many inappropriate behaviors is getting married this weekend. The very thought of it makes me so farklempt I might plotz. Liz, of course, is keeping it together, setting about her pre-wedding duties with admirable focus, despite being partially deaf from a bizarre aural plague. Would it be weird if I made my toast in International Sign Language? All I know how to say is "chicken."


Photographs from the December issue of Vogue Germany, via foto decadent.