Nastya & SashaJanuary 2026

Gatsby here is not a costume but a way of dressing and holding yourself. A dinner jacket with a white waistcoat and bow tie, pleated tulle, a three-strand pearl choker, long sheer sleeves set with pearls. The day had one accent colour — red. From there it led everything: fabric, flowers, fruit, tablecloths.

The morning ran at two addresses. Nastya in a bright room, the dress already on, a brush at her cheekbone, laughing off towards the window. Sasha in a dark corridor with a burgundy curtain and old frames along the wall, a glass of white in his hand, the face of a man with nowhere to hurry.

The ceremony was set under a large tree in a field. Instead of an arch, long panels of scarlet silk were dropped from the branches — they reached the grass and moved with the wind. The host spoke standing between them. Nastya read her vows from a cream booklet stamped in gold, «for Sasha», and read it to the end without lifting her eyes from the page.

Straight after came a tower of crystal coupes on scarlet satin: champagne was poured into the top glass until it reached the bottom row. Then dark glasses, the field, mown grass, and the shoes Nastya carried in her hand.

The evening moved into a hall with tall windows: a wall of red velvet across its full width, crystal chandeliers hung from above, a black and white tiled floor. On the tables — anthuriums and dark roses, cherries in silver coupes, red apples, velvet ribbons, small lamps under faceted shades. A bar cart worked alongside, a cigar turned up in someone's hand, a live band played.

The night belonged to the grass and the string lights. A white cake strung with pearls and set with cherries was carried out under the open sky. Nastya threw on Sasha's jacket, they took the knife together — and at that moment fireworks went up over the field.