The King and Queen of Bhutan
May. 14th, 2007 04:07 pmDescribing my sister's (second) wedding yesterday, I said "Hisae and I dressed as the king and queen of Bhutan". (Actually, the real king of Bhutan is the one in orange here. He's apparently abdicating in 2008, so the position will be vacant.)
My gear was from an Indian store on the Karl-Marx-Strasse in Berlin, Hisae's from Armstrong's, a thrift store on Edinburgh's Grassmarket. Here's how we looked in my mum's living room on Saturday afternoon, just before the ceremony. Click the picture for a full-sized Hello magazine-style supersoaraway pull-out cut-and-keep version.

"You really shouldn't be upstaging your own sister on her wedding day..." retorted
kumakouji.
Ha! You don't know my sister! Nobody upstages my sister! That's the first thing them thar actresses learn at the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama -- how not to be upstaged by your brother! More photos (including one of my sister) at my Flickr page.
My gear was from an Indian store on the Karl-Marx-Strasse in Berlin, Hisae's from Armstrong's, a thrift store on Edinburgh's Grassmarket. Here's how we looked in my mum's living room on Saturday afternoon, just before the ceremony. Click the picture for a full-sized Hello magazine-style supersoaraway pull-out cut-and-keep version.

"You really shouldn't be upstaging your own sister on her wedding day..." retorted
Ha! You don't know my sister! Nobody upstages my sister! That's the first thing them thar actresses learn at the Royal Scottish Academy of Music and Drama -- how not to be upstaged by your brother! More photos (including one of my sister) at my Flickr page.