There's a new trend: "trashing the dress." As Today tells us,
it's all about destroying your wedding gown in the name of art.
And it pisses me off to a totally irrational degree. Here's why:
You know what? At the end of the day, I don't care: trash your
dress, paint your pregnant belly, eat your placenta. Choose your
choices, however inexplicable, dubious and narcissistic. There's
nothing wrong with this "trend", which one photographer
describes as "a more creative way to express a way you can't on
your wedding day" by having yourself photographed covering your
virginal, pricey Big Day glad-rags with paint or mud or axel
grease. According to another photographer, it plays with the
idea that the bride is a "pure" an untouchable creature - this,
like the Real Housewives' revelatory "alter ego" portraits,
presumably shows the woman in all her two-faceted complexity.
Says one defiant bride, while some people might consider it
"destroying something sacred," she regards this as a means of
making a work of art. We