When the groom proposed to the groom with a flash mob at Chipotle, you knew the wedding party was going to be endless fun. Sure enough, decades of uber fashion, art, style, and club gurus collided at the Grill and the Pool for the joyous nuptial celebrations of Marc Jacobs and dashing funster candlesmith Char Defrancesco. (The ceremony itself took place Friday afternoon at the couple’s house in Rye, New York, designed by Frank Lloyd Wright in 1955.)
In one of many fleeting vignettes of the night, Christy Turlington introduced her husband, Ed Burns, to Gigi Hadid; Kaia Gerber was caught in a tableau with Amber Valletta and Helena Christensen; and Kate Moss swanned past channelling Julie Christie in a plum-color jersey slink with her daughter Lila Grace in a gilded micro mini on her arm.
I first met Marc in the ’80s when I was a junior fashion editor at Harper’s & Queen in London and he was a Saturday boy at Charivari who was beginning to make a name for himself with his playful trompe l’oeil sweaters and exuberant fashion. We crossed paths in his showroom and at such achingly stylish nighttime bo?tes as Club 57 on St. Mark’s Place, and then, as now, I marveled at Marc’s uncanny ability to capture the zeitgeist of the moment and translate it into clothing.
At his wedding festivities, decades of my own club days flashed before me as legendary ’80s London DJ Fat Tony spun the up-tempo discs whilst Bette Midler collided with Debi Mazar and Andre Walker and Anna Sui and Patricia Field, and more glittering Drag Race contestants than you could shake a fistful of Swarovski crystals at, whilst the ageless Susanne Bartsch reigned supreme in a jet beaded catsuit swathed in enough soft pink tulle to fashion the tutus for a Swan Lake corps de ballet.
You know it’s a fashion happening when Sarah Andelman, legendary retail guru of Colette—famed for her no-nonsense, no-makeup look—sports a full smoky eye and fire engine red lip. The restaurant was packed with hundreds of jostling celebrants giving their fashion all—everywhere you looked there were ruffles and flounces from Jacobs’s joyful recent collections, and swooningly hot guys in pastel suits and florals. Meanwhile, Jacobs’s pagoda shoulders, crafted by cutter Ralph Fitzgerald of the storied Savile Row tailor Huntsman; his glossy vanilla-color custom Gucci Chelsea boots, courtesy of Alessandro Michele; Chanel purse; David Webb white enamel lion’s head cufflinks; and chic Cartier golden wedding band proved that god is in the details, and Defrancesco’s deep emerald velvet—another Huntsman triumph—custom Louboutins, and one of the couple’s twinned Art Deco diamond and onyx penguin pins—a symbol of fidelity—set the bar for sartorial elegance. The turnout from Jacobs’s community of fashion colleagues was a powerful testament to the love in the room. Everywhere you turned there was a style icon—from Phoebe Philo and Naomi Campbell to Stefano Pilati, from Rachel Feinstein to Debbie Harry and Lil’ Kim.
But despite the high-voltage guest list, the atmosphere was essentially family. Jacobs had invited his former collaborators at Louis Vuitton, and the behind-the-scenes alchemists at his eponymous brands, including Peter Copping, Stephen Jones, Katie Grand, Camille Miceli, Olympia Le-Tan, and his makeup and hair magicians Pat McGrath and Guido Palau. Everyone was in a party mood.
Downstairs, a playful photography studio included cartoonish cutouts of Lady Bunny hairdos and giant earrings. After amusing myself to no end with these possibilities, there was a race to the Pool room as Jacobs and Defrancesco officially welcomed their guests. “We could not ask for a greater gift than your presence,” said Jacobs. “Grab a hoodie on your way out,” joked Defrancesco, “because this shit was not free!”—followed by a video montage of their life together. Set to Barry White’s “Can’t Get Enough of Your Love, Babe,” it revealed the couple’s playful complicity and glamorous lifestyle of private planes, island villas, and hilarious Halloween costumes. The happy couple, framed by Ariel Dearie’s towering flowers, cut the magnificent five-tier wedding cake by Ron Ben-Israel, Deco dancers in white tie and tails or tap shorts and top hats cavorted poolside, the caviar bars opened, and then all eyes turned to footage of the couple’s earlier wedding ceremony in Rye, New York, officiated by Nicolas Newbold, that brought a tear to the eye. “Char, my love, in my darkest, loneliest moment you came into my life like some giant happy face,” said Jacobs, “and made me laugh and smile. In that moment I felt safe and loved . . . what you have given me is . . . the dream of the happy forever.” “I vow to try my best to make you smile every day,” Defrancesco told Jacobs, “and make you the happiest man you deserve to be.” Cue Benj Pasek and Justin Paul’s soaring “For Forever“ from Dear Evan Hansen, and the floodgates opened.