The bride wore Giambattista

Margherita Missoni, darling of the Italian fashion dynasty got hitched in a beautifully bohemian, yet subtly star-studded rural Italian ceremony a few weeks ago. She wed her beau; racing car driver Eugenio Amos in a very romantic summery setting. As her wedding dress was not made by her family it seemed only right that the al fresco decor was bedecked in Missoni's infamous colours, chevrons and stripes. Her dress was designed by close friend Giambattista Valli, a unique Medieval style confection with puffy sleeves and a gypsy feel, she wore flat sandals and a beautiful hairband to complete the look. My only criticism was that her groom wore traditional tails, I think it would have been more in keeping with the occasion if he had worn something more relaxed to match his bride. The well- attended wedding was a who's-who of fashion royalty including Anna Dello Russo, Charlotte (Olympia) Dellal, Mark Ronson and Josephine de la Baume.

MaN RePeLLeR no more

Regretfully I appear to be at that age, when one's facebook page gets clogged up with friends' engagement, hen-do and BIG day photos, not to mention serene newborns and mischievous toddlers. No wonder I am hating 25 - I thought we were modern women in a modern age, increasingly career focused and marrying later. Sometimes I think from looking around my extended group of pals you wouldn't know we'd made it safely out of the 1950s.

Anyway I digress. I am perpetually amused by how much women's high fashion is something that the average male can never come to grips with. Whilst we coo over Carrie Bradshaw's inspired ensembles, our boyfriends/brothers/male mates grimace in disapproval thinking she looks more mad aunt than mad-hot. We applaud her character's big native New Yorker balls, while they think she got lost in someone's dressing up box or that Patricia Field should lay off the crack. This leads me to my conclusion that the true style mavericks among women dress for themselves/ other women. There are girls who dress for men; that's why Jane Norman exists. Anywhooooo, I'm no Carrie, and I have my 'classic' days but I can only date a man who appreciates me in a paisley bandana with a mint green manicure, which narrows my pool of eligibles quite dramatically, but I wouldn't have it any other way.

This leads me to one of my favourite fashion blogs ever, Leandra Medine hit the nail so stylishly on the head in naming her awesome blog Man Repeller. She is one part Jewish princess, 2 parts fashion-savvy style queen and one part adorable goofy girl. Thanks to her cute personality and sense of irony, her blog has been a long time stratospheric. She got married last week and incorporated flatform sneakers into the occasion, at the St. Regis Hotel in New York in a fashion frenzy. Leandra Medine wore off the rack Marchesa and had her guests wear a specific pastel palette of mint, light pink, or light yellow with floral wreaths around their heads. The decor was inspred by Woody Allen's 20s throwback 'Midnight in Paris.' The queen of man repellent outfits is wed, it can happen! So ladies remember never to compromise or stifle your sense of style for a man - if anything it shows taste and character, and we all need a man who can appreciate those qualities!

Leandra Medine aka The Man Repeller flreaking out on her wedding day

Resplendent in frou frou fairytale white Marchesa

The girls from Dannijo made the most beautiful bridesmaids

Humour prevails with these bejewelled flatform kicks, emblazoned with her and her new hubby's initials!