If there is anyone who loves the theatre of a sumptuous wedding, it’s me. As a child, when I’d attend the very grownup and sophisticated weddings that were beyond my years to really comprehend, I was in awe of the pomp and circumstance of all the hoopla that seemed to swirl around me. Pressed into service at 10 years old as a ring bearer for an older girl cousin’s wedding, I donned my black tuxedo pants, crisp white dinner jacket and lemony yellow turtleneck under it to participate in the August wedding. Then, it seems like summer weddings were more common than not, so perhaps global climate patterns have changed that. Taking my responsibilities seriously, I’d escort another girl cousin, nearer my age, also pressed into service as a flower girl. I thought we were a dashing duo and little did I know I’d participate in dozens and dozens of weddings since.
These days, not much has changed with that feeling of encircled happiness of a wedding. Especially when the couple is suited well. Heck, I’ve even officiated a couple of weddings, one in Santa Barbara with the waves so robust I was compelled to yell my vows, and the other in a hi-rise well above a booming metropolis below. There is no one ideal spot for a wedding, I’ve learned after attending so many. A garden is nice, a resort is lovely, a ballroom works fine, too. Chemistry is the main key with the matrimonial couple and on that note, we think you’ll be inspired in these pages, our annual wedding issue which heralds love and celebrates the pageantry that rivals the recent royal wedding at Windsor Castle… since it’s really all about the love factor anyway.
Speaking of love, we love that summer is a time to reflect away from the social obligations and among all the social coverage and wedding coverage, we love offering fine-tuning lifestyle advice. There’s so much we can all work on to master and our editorial team is one of the finest in the state to share their points of view of how they are willing participants in life and how they share their triumphs.
Our favorite place for true summer reflection? We don’t have to go far to take off our shoes in the sandy loam by popping off to Malibu whenever the opportunity presents itself. Sometimes, at the annual John Paul and Eloise DeJoria annual holiday party, wintertime Malibu can be rich in refection; but summertime, when the tide is high, we’re so there. As you’ll see in this issue, we discovered actor Roddy McDowell’s home movies circa 1965, when icons we grew up adoring were so young, fresh-faced and ready to conquer the world with their talents. Fonda, Redford, Remick, Newman, Hudson and the glamour gang let their hair down like never seen before. On the last page of the magazine we present some of the best of those times for you to enjoy.
So, shall we all dive into summer and see where it takes us? Include us in your own beach bag or carry on, whether by land or by sea and know we’re delighted and honored to be with you to reflect your lives. And, we think you’ll be dazzled by what we’re creating for you to enjoy ahead in the future issues during these sultry summertime days.
XO Lance Avery Morgan