The timer went off at the perfect moment as we have the most incredible photo. They wanted their friends and family to be able to celebrate with them, especially as Ivy had lost both her grandmother Ann—the notable interior designer and philanthropist who raised her—and her father John Gilbert Getty in I would be able to look around the room and see something that reminds me of her.
Her presence is everywhere in that home. The theme of my entire wedding is the house and my grandmother. Art and panels from the house were incorporated into the save-the-dates and invitations.
I also hired wedding planner Jocelyn Arelt of Arelt Events. I had the list of creatives surrounding me that I always knew would help plan my wedding. The process showed me how much planning and effort goes into a wedding, and I had so much fun doing it! Everything has been a complete surprise. Guests arrived on the scene in short, sexy sequins, gogo boots, and big half up, half down hair—ready to party just as soon as their vaccination cards were checked and their phones were locked and stowed away in pouches.
Dancers put on a show in clear plastic bubbles while Mark Ronson DJed. The following day, guests joined the couple for a picnic lunch at the Log Cabin on Presidio, overlooking the city—IV drips were at the ready for anyone in need of help recovering from the night before.
It was all about dark romance, something soft but with a dose of edge—we paired it with Christian Louboutin platform sandals, Stephen Russell antique earrings, Chloe sunglasses, and a cheeky Romeo and Juliet clutch by Olympia Le Tan. That evening, an intimate group gathered for a ceremony rehearsal at city hall, followed by an intimate dinner at Quince restaurant. Ivy collaborated with her dear friend Paul Burgo of Factory New York on a custom look—a sequin midi dress in shades of fuchsia, black, and white, paired with a custom headpiece.
The wedding day started with a pajama party. Before I knew it, the bridesmaids numbers reached fourteen! And these girls are the Gen Z babies. I dressed their mothers and their aunties! They were so lovely and such fun. She wore her John Galliano for Maison Margiela Haute Couture down the aisle, paired with a couture veil and headdress.
Stanlee and his team carpeted the entire rotunda of City Hall with bright teal and pink Persian rugs, completely transforming the space. Large stone urns on pedestals filled with pastel roses were through the rotunda and a top the staircase. Type keyword s to search. Samir Hussein Getty Images.
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One of the things that was essential learning from my childhood was that being white made you intrinsically superior, and it was OK to lord it over six million blacks.
But the biggest effect was that war was the weather system of my youth. The war was everywhere. And what came with that was death and the insanity of war, which leaks on even after a cease-fire has been declared. I think the hardest thing it did was to make childhood innocence, those precious years until you're about 11 or 12, not exist for us.
War makes you cunning and a survivor. It can make you very damaged or very resilient. But it never leaves you. You spend the rest of your life trying to redress what happened to you in those first years, even though it's not your fault. But your body doesn't know that, your limbic system doesn't know that. You're always waiting for the next trauma to happen—or drama. You're constantly on watch. My sister, Vanessa, lost the ability to be around instability.
She had used up all her resources in that department. And we both looked for men to marry who would protect us against dangers that actually didn't exist anymore. I went back to Zimbabwe for a National Geographic piece a couple of years ago, and I think it's very obvious that you cannot have a calm, productive, democratic future when the foundation is violence and inequality and war. And I think that the half-life of the Rhodesian war is proving horribly long.
Robert Mugabe is a product of that war. I know this is an unpopular thing to say—people want to separate out Mugabe as a distinct piece of evil that sprung up out of nowhere. But there's no way he would have been able to carry on as long as he has if he couldn't get so many people to act as if the war happened yesterday. When you go to Zimbabwe, the rhetoric and the behavior of Mugabe and his cronies make it seem as if the Rhodesian war was still going on.
What's astonishing to me is that there have always been women primarily, but also men, who put their necks on the line to stand up for a robust kind of truth, and a robust kind of justice, which acknowledges where we came from. For me the definition of grace is to be prepared for where you're going. The future. Your children. I think victims is a strong word. We were really perpetrators in the crash. The kind of greed where for very little work you could make a lot of money.
It was called cheap money. But that didn't make sense to me. Those words shouldn't be in a sentence together. My very African instinct was that you don't have credit.
My parents can't get credit in Zambia. It doesn't exist in that way. It certainly didn't exist in my family. So to be in a culture where there's cheap money that allows you to borrow against a kind of financial bubble felt to me, even at the time, so confusing I couldn't understand it. I'd also married right out of college.
I'd never even balanced a checkbook. Charlie would show me numbers, and they didn't make sense to me. I was financially completely illiterate. And that really put this huge strain on our marriage because, as a southern African, I didn't trust that. I felt emotionally and instinctively that we were doing the wrong thing.
We were living beyond our means. We had a custom-built home and a car each and a getaway cabin, and all this land we'd bought as investments. We traveled a lot, and we weren't paying attention to the fact that it wasn't endless. But deep down, I kept thinking: This feels crazy. You are now a successful, critically acclaimed author. But it wasn't always like that, was it?
Not only was I rejected by every major publishing house in this country, I was even fired by my agent, who said, "You maybe have some teeny-weeny vestige of talent, but you don't have a story. I wrote really dreadful novels, I think that's fair to say. Meanwhile, Carter wore an Ermenegildo Zegna made-to-measure navy silk single-breasted shawl-lapel tuxedo. Groomsmen were in Nigel Curtiss custom tuxedos with shoes from Scarosso, bow ties from Shawn Christopher, socks by Dead Soxy, and cuff links by Cartier.
This estate brings back so many memories, and it means so much to be here surrounded by family and connected to all my loved ones on this day. I was looking for my equal. Someone who is loving and kind. Someone to be a father to my future children.
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