Yes, I was wondering this, myself.
Not to hijack, but I have to disagree. I live in Carmel and I’m firmly middle class at best and there are plenty of my kind here. I was raised an hour north and raised my kids here… the experience here is so much better it is laughable. Sure, we have a lot of douches here… and you have to get used to your kids asking why we don’t have a private jet too or why we don’t have a lake house like their friend. A lot of the “insufferable” people actually turn out to be really nice people who have just done very well in life. We have great schools, parks, bike friendly, very little crime, good restaurants, and a good music scene. I assume some of the rich folks taxes pay for these things that we enjoy. We have been ranked as one of the best places to live in America.
All that said… the people being discussed in the OP are douches to the nth degree. But it isn’t Carmel’s fault.
Parts of this are not limited to insufferable douches of wealth or position. About a thousand dog years go, I worked for a small graphics shop whose bread and butter was doing multi-page programs for weddings. Printed, bound, graphically designed, illustrated programs. For weddings. Of eight to 24 pages. Listing the players down to the third assistant gift table attendant. And each somnolent instrumental and solo in the ponderous ceremony itself.
These were not debutantes. They were rather ordinary 18-22 year old brides, at the peak of the Baptist megachurch era, who were of the “must check off every box, some of them three times” sort of protoBridezillas. It was a long, long two years there…
Ooh, did you know Jane? What’s she like?
Oh it’s real all right. But it’s not a wedding announcement. It’s from the NYT “Vows” column. That’s where they take some random high society wedding and write an entire feature article about it. It’s a regular column in their society pages.
So some of the verbiage (“curated” for example) may possibly be blamed on the author of the article but I think we can assume that the quotes and descriptions aren’t total fabrications.
Maybe the author is slyly mocking these people? I doubt that she’s a member of “high society” herself.
She gently sparkles.
I think the Vows section is quite sincere; they just like to highlight “interesting” couples.
Thankfully no… that was my first fear when I read that she was from here.
Too bad. It would be great if we had someone on here who actually went to the wedding.
I wish Alex DeLarge had gone to that wedding. He would have brought his friends and livened things up a bit.
You have GOT to get invited to that wedding and tell us about it!
Extra madeleines for you if you liveblog it…
From what I’ve heard of Maria she wouldn’t have put up with this shit.
How does one do that, exactly? It reminds me of the line from a Blondie song “A case of partial extreme.”
I bet not. FWIW, I doubt even the Julie Andrews version would have.
Maria and Caps fucked it up to the tune of three of their own.
That’s why only three survived to adulthood
The groom talks about what he wore here:
My wedding was coming up a few months away and I wanted to find a morning coat. I had purchased a waistcoat and morning trousers from Charles Tyrwhitt. I’ve gotten some good shirts from them, and they were the most affordable and easiest option I had found. For the coat, I headed to Keezer’s, a venerable Boston establishment that has specialized in used men’s formalwear for over 100 years. Since the bride was in Milwaukee, her maid of honor accompanied me to offer advice. As I was trying on different contemporary morning coats, a salesman suggested that he might have another option for me.
He returned with a vintage Chipp morning coat, trousers, and waistcoat. The coat was a little long, but with some minor adjustments, the whole outfit looked perfect. The coat has all the small details I could have wanted, my favorite being a small thread behind the buttonhole to hold the boutonniere, and a gorgeous cutaway. Since our wedding was not the most formal affair, I decided to forgo a detachable collar and wear a tie in lavender, the color for the day.
Everything looked good until the week of the wedding. I picked it up from the dry cleaner’s, only to find the small mother-of-pearl buttons on the front destroyed. The only place I thought could make a last-minute repair was The Andover Shop. Two days later, Charlie, Larry and their staff saved the day with new buttons. The wedding went off perfectly, and I was grateful to be able celebrate in traditional morning dress.
I will never cease to be amazed at what some people would rather have than money.
This is spot on.