Tamara Cincik

FAIRYLAND, BUTTERFLIES & PINK SWEETS AT TAMARA & JEREMY’S SUFFOLK WEDDING OF THE YEAR!!! TEXT: TAMARA CINCIK.

one sunny day in suffolk (29th August 2009), i married my true love Jeremy in front of beloved friends and family.

i didn’t wear white, i wore a gorgeous creation by Roksanda, we were married twice: a civil, then buddhist blessing, we had butterflies and bunting everywhere, girls wore wings to be an honorary bridesmaid and the sun shone down on our love and collective smiles.
on our way from the civil wedding to the buddhist blessing under the tree festooned with evil eyes and handmade origami birds.

i wore a gorgeous dress by Roksanda Ilinicic, with a veil by hat maestro Stephen Jones and shoes by my mentor Christian Lacroix; Jeremy wore a suit and shirt by Kilgour, with a tie and handkerchief by Lanvin – work!!!!  Kenna did my hair, while the beauty Sarah Reygate worked make up magic on my face.

Saying our vows under the protection of the evil eye and dove tree.

Martin Aylward from the buddhist retreat centre Moulin des Chaves in France came to lead the blessing.

Marital smiles!

My two gorgeous bridesmaids Zoe and Anna wearing their fabulous Abilu hair pieces, designed (under my art direction!) perfectly for my beauties, Anna Trevelyan (of Dazed and Confused glory) wearing Bora Aksu, posies by Wild at Heart.

Alexia Somerville, Cynthia Lawrence-John and Karen Binns.

Entering the Tudor barn for the civil ceremony with my Babacim, being smiled at my the lovely Merryn Leslie.

Cheers and smiles for singer-songwriter Sukie Smith, who caught the bouquet.

mini fairyland fashionistas

admiring my beautiful ring – my great grandma’s customised by the gorgeous Vicki at Erickson Beamon.

The fete where we played in pink (hairdresser Kenna, Anna Trevelyan and I with singers Lauren Wilce and Sukie Smith) under perfect Constable cloud formation sunshine.

Pretty pastel fairy cakes and floral fabulosity.

The London Gypsy orchestra play traditional Turkish ‘halay’ music, accompanied by the chef on vocals from my cousin’s restaurant in Whitechapel Maedah (this is when things got geniusly random!), belly dancer Catherine Mobley dances with my father, while James Jeanette of shop ‘Jeanette’s’ dances the halay (handkerchief) dance, led by my father.  Anna channels her inner Super Fairyness, Nova Dando and Margot Bowman get down to the grooves of debuting super dj, Deejay Cheez aka Claudia Solti, with groupie Zoe Kennedy, over from Oz to shine her headphones.

take a chance on love and who knows what magic might await you in wonderland!

Tamara Cincik.

Jeremy cheers on James' success

So proud of my boy: James and I

Dr. Noki (JJ) with whom all is never to be revealed!..

Jessica Ogden: a ever a beauty and a loyal friend - a jeanette fanette/wife!

Caron's pink and lacy beauty shot inside Jeanette's.

Jeanette’s:
Entrance at Club Row
64-66 Redchurch Street
London E2 7DP

When James left Aberdeen, dreaming of David Bowie, frock coats, glittery heels and rainbows, I doubt that he ever thought his yellow brick road would lead him far away into a cockney Oz of homespun couture, friendly avant-garde art and collaborations with the best designers in London.

From Judy Blame’s safety pin bejewelled necklace glories, to archive Joe Casely-Hayford (another lovely man, I styled him once for an advertising shoot and he was adorable), to custom-designed pieces from the leading names in style: such as Richard Nicholl, Louise Gray and Noki, walking into Jeanette’s is like stepping into a warmly avant-garde wonderland, where neon coloured lights, shine tints of happiness over clothes you know you will cherish.  ’Style’ columnist Jessie Brinton fell in love with a recessionista-busting rainbow dress of many colours: perfect for being fearlessly sunny in these grey times.

James has been a dear friend of mine for years: I met him through JJ (Dr. Noki) his fellow Aberdonian, revelling in their love of glam camp, wigs and  fierce frocks, I have often admired how so much colour, charm and grace came from somewhere as grey, macho and cold as Aberdeen!..

Jeanette’s brings together so many of James’ passions: from his glory days as Boombox’s door girl Jeanette, where he donned the most avant-garde creations by Giles or Gareth Pugh, to his work as a performer – how I loved the George Michael sketch the boys did at the Pop! party a few years ago – his blond shock of hair glowed in the pinkish twilight.  He is also one of the most stylish men I know, his own styling work is darkly fabulous: I think like me he loves an archly glamorous noirish woman.  Perhaps more importantly, he is charming, truly kind, when I lost the compere for my Afghanaid benefit the night before, James happily switched his schedule to dash down to Brighton and host the event.  Such rare mercurial charm warms people, they gravitate towards his caring demeanour.  He showed me the collections inside, I feel certain this enterprise, despite the recession, will do well, it has the right tone of glamour, accessibility and wow factor; while outside, fuelled by Rum and Reggae  an impro-glam street party mc-ed by Caron had us swaying and drinking (me on Vitamin water!) to his success

James opens Jeanette's

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Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day

Films:

This week I’ve seen two films, both set in totally different versions of London, yet both completely charming in their way.

Somers Town by Shane Meadows is set in that small pocket of the city stage right of King’s Cross and where until recently I lived.  I laughed so hard at points: the ducker and diver neighbour with the leopard print ensemble is genius.  ”Where am i?” Tomo asks hungover on his fake leather sofa; “Barbados”, he replies, quick as a flash.  North London quick wit – gotta love it!

Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day

Dolly (Anna Trevelyan) is my former assistant and sparkly soulmate.  We met up for a summit meeting in Soho Square: she was channelling Nancy in a slashed stonewashed denim homage to her one true love, Sid Vicious; I had enough jewellery on to give me neck ache.  After Japanese food (Dolly) and green tea (me), while swapping advice and mutual appreciation, we went by chance to see Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day.  It was the perfect antidote: satin and deco elegance, I wanted to live inside this film!  Set just prior to WW2, it casts a glitterball light on the games pretty girls play to survive inside the glamour dome; but how true love conquers all and feeds us more than furs, lingerie and stagelights ever shall…  Smiling and calmed, I went onto Carnival, Dolly to a friend’s dj night; both daydreaming of bias cut romances.

Books:

Currently reading

Marianne Faithfull: Memories, Dreams and Reflections

How I would have loved to have studied at the Jack Kerouac School of Disembodied Poetics!

Kate Atkinson: When Will There Be Good News?

Not quite sure darling!  As the story takes twists and turns in Scotland with past and present crimes.

Am reading in search of the best book to start my book club at Bistrotheque (am super excited about this: dinner, books, chat: heaven).  Please let me know if you have any suggestions for this.  Claudia suggested ‘Eat, Pray, Love’, but it was only by the time I got to Bali – ie the third/love section – that I realised I had in fact read this before!..  Not quite as bad as The Celestine Prophecy and good for her to write a bestseller to tell women to dump the man, travel and find a better version of life, but no this is not on the list…