I bought the May 2006 issue of British Vogue while I was stuck at the airport during a particularly nasty lightning storm, waiting for my mother in law to arrive. I used to read British Vogue all the time, as it’s editorial attitude was much more fun than American Vogues (that changed soon after – now they’re largely the same, unfortunately).

But this issue.

I picked it up particularly for a certain photo-shoot inside:

It drew me in. It captivated me. I loved it. I had to have it (even for rather expensive import magazine price of ten dollars!).

A few days ago a fellow blogger posted a few scans of it online (click through the image to see more) and I was reminded of it’s vibrant beauty – and realized that some percentage of the inspiration for my wedding was sublimated somehow from it – even though I had forgotten about it. That whimsical, faded, colorful, thirties thing? Well that could certainly also describe my wedding.

And it’s made me decide, that I think I’m going to need to have balloons, certainly.

I was worried they’d look a bit like a kids birthday party, but this has proved to me that the can instead look quite, well… couture.