I’m not sure I would have wanted to spend 3.5 million euros on my wedding even if I could have spent it. To be fair, we didn’t invite Serena Williams, Eva Longoria or the Beckhams, who I assume have higher expectations of a party than either of our families.
Thankfully, we both come from down-to-earth homes that were happy with a plate of nosh, a glass of bubbly and no invitation to visit a famous hatter.
No one wore designer ensembles and we still didn’t have a honeymoon because the reimbursed trip was spent on home improvements given the minor fact that the wedding was during lockdown. Still, it was a pretty perfect day. Our 25 guests loved going out.
On the other hand, what struck me at the Beckham Peltz gala was that no one seemed to be smiling. Carefully curated artistic photos have been released of the “happy” couple (we have to assume they are, as both handsome youngsters were staring ominously into the camera lens, so it’s hard to tell).
Dad Beckham grinned a bit and even waved, and if someone had thrown a soccer ball at him he would have been brave enough to push him back. But Mrs. B. merely offered her trademark perfect pout. Why the famous-to-be-famous newlyweds (a bit of an actress and a photographer/chef/not quite sure what to do with themselves) had to sign a secret magazine deal is as puzzling as the sinister rictus.
If we thought Beckham Ltd was wealthy with a family fortune approaching half a billion pounds then compared to Peltz Inc they are in the middle of the pack. With money, horses and cars to burn (a guest gave them a vintage car like yours) and seamstresses, hairdressers and stylists flown in, it was, it’s fair to say, a ‘small business’.
Mr. Peltz can afford it with small change. He’s said to be worth $1.6 billion, although with eight children by different wives, he may want to manage expectations for the future.
He can also afford total and complete privacy if desired.
But inexplicably Fashion (the magazine, not the Irish reality TV star) were invited to curate the exhibition…er, marriage.
Think blacked-out windows, opaque awnings, strong security and interior shots, despite the glorious Florida sunshine.
Why? A fat paycheck? Well, none of them need one, do they?
I love people asking to see our humble wedding photos (which aren’t sold to just any magazine), while I appreciate pulling out the full album and emailing its contents to everyone via email.
If Brooklyn and Nicola had instead been a little more outspoken, waving and grinning in exchange for cameras leaving them alone, well, they could have avoided the hide-and-seek game and banned their guests’ phones. So the inevitable grainy long-lens paparazzi shots were awful.
They say the rich are different. But I’m not sure if they are smarter.
