A recycled dress. And she was Keira Knightley.
Knightley wore it first in 2008 and it only came to her knee. Her hair wasn’t done, her makeup brief and her feet skipped in ballet flats.
Just 11 people attended the ceremony and the newlyweds departed in a dust-covered Renault – which I feel strongly was of the rental variety.
Yes, it may have been a Rodarte gown and the bride Keira Knightley, but it’s still hard to ignore the massive bird shot at anyone who would dare to do otherwise.
Knightley was married in southern France in front of 11 people, to Klaxons band member James Righton, before attending a 50-strong reception – Karl Lagerfeld and Sienna Miller included – at her family’s French property.
It was understated at its most elegant best; effortless yet classic, simple but exquisite.
Due to all of the above, it was very very cool.
Knightley hails from successful, noted thespian and writer parents. This is a good start in life. She is talented and successful in her own right. She’s also the face of Chanel’s Mademoiselle perfume, which is a very nice perfume. Light research (Daily Mail) tells me she’s worth £30 million. She’s now married to a rockstar whose name breaks down to ‘right on’.
Where am I going with this? To cut to the chase: nobody does dignity, privacy and effortlessly cool like rich Brits.
It’s not easy to play the ‘not try’ card and pull it off – hipsters are a good example – but Knightley has done it in her recycled dress, flat shoes and unstyled hair. She’s done it so well she’s pulled off a very desirable and stylish wedding.
I’m done. Good night. I’ll leave you with Knightley skipping with post-service joy. And how about that dress?
*Picture: Spread Pictures