If I were 93 years old and on my fifth marriage, I too would probably rock sneakers to my wedding, I thought when I came across Rupert Murdoch’s latest wedding photos. As much as I dislike him and the power he commands over the media industry, the casualness was so appealing.
Possibly for health reasons, they were his choice, but juxtaposed with a suit where leather shoes have traditionally been the choice, the sneakers further obscured the lines of wedding expectations and tradition. His choices aside, there is no denying that wedding expectations have both evolved and ruptured since COVID; mini weddings and minimalist trends have reigned supreme.
I personally don’t find the actual wedding day to be the most important day in any person’s life. A memorable one, yes, but not the most important even though we have all been heavily socialised to see it as such. And not because divorce is possible for anyone, or bringing life into this world is a miraculous occasion that seems to unlock a new dimension of happiness, but because we override so many other big emotional moments where we birth new versions of ourselves without the photographer or friends around to bear witness. These moments change and mould us in ways that partnerships can never really even with all the might of love they offer.
