Those who follow me on Instagram may have seen these two photos yesterday. Why the champage in plastic cups and paper streamers? Alasdair and I had our registry wedding two days ago in the
lovely neighbourhood of Marzahn-Hellersdorf. We legally tied the knot surrounded by communist apartment blocks and a Kik and Woolworths store. It was perfectly ridiculous. Our location was coincidental. They offered us the earliest appointment and I freaking loved it. I decided to go in my Alexander Wang brogues and the blogged to death tailored trousers by H&M that I love so much together with a flowy white blouse and a Lanvin for H&M blazer that is resting on my arm. Of course we all got up way too late and I had ten minutes to get ready which means my awkwardly slept-in hair looks stupid.