One of my favorite bourgeoise extravaganzas has always been a Royal Wedding. So when I followed the trail to a set of photos described as “photos you weren’t supposed to see.” I usually do not like following the pointing arrows from photo to photo in this feature, but in spite of myself sometimes, they are hard to resist.
The Wedding of Pippa Middleton, who (for anyone stranded on the moon for the past few years) is the sister of Princess Kate, wife of Prince William….who, in the scheme of things here is the son of the late Princess Diana and Prince Charles, grandson of the reigning Queen Elizabeth and Prince Philip. Prince Charles is the heir-apparent to the British throne.
True, Pippa Middleton is not really a “royal,” nor is her new husband. She might be called a “royal-in-law” possibly? But for purposes of this post and on general principles, Pippa is close enough to qualify.
These photos are very enjoyable to look at…beautiful bride, cute and “real” children, and fabulous hats worn by all the women.
These photos are not the usual stiff and perfect photos with everyone in the wedding party, including the children, lined up like little soldiers…under orders not to move, cry, make faces, or get dirty. Obviously just having royal blood in the veins doesn’t make serving as bridesmaids/flowers girls, or page boys, any less trying. So these candid photos of the wedding party, the children under the herding of Princess Kate for the afternoon. Riding herd on six little children is not an easy thing to do.
My favorite British Royal of all time was back in the 1930s and 40s when the King of England was George VI, and the young Elizabeth (now the Queen) was a young girl….and her sister Margaret were the princesses. Princess Margaret was my favorite…she was about six years old (like me at the time) and she was always doing cool stuff like dancing on tables and what not, under the beaming eye of her doting father King George. Whereas Elizabeth was already being prepared for succession to the throne, Margaret was not under the same rules and expectations of propriety and decorum.
…end of history lesson.