WEDDINGS

A Shinto Ceremony, A Saharan Blues Band And A Feast Prepared By Francis Mallmann: Inside Tara Summers’s Spectacular Moroccan Wedding

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When she eventually got in touch they met up for a walk on Hampstead Heath, which was swiftly followed by a memorable dinner at Brat. “I had been wanting to go and he took me, I just think it’s the most fabulous place in the world,” Tara says. “I thought: ‘Ooh… you’re quite sexy out of your hiking gear.’” Their connection was such that, when it came time for her to fly back to New York, Tara found herself heartbroken at the prospect of leaving. “I felt completely smitten by him. I said, ‘Actually, you’re a kitesurfer… my dad’s in Uruguay in February, do you want to come and do it there?’ And he said, ‘Yes… I think it’s time I met your father.’ That was on our third date.”

After spending a week together in South America, Anthony returned to the UK and Tara reluctantly flew back to New York. “I pined so hard for him,” she says now. She learned the feeling was mutual when the groom, who had been working remotely from the countryside during the pandemic, called and invited her to join him in London. “He said, ‘Covid’s over, I’ve got to go back to the office. I’ve found a flat in Bermondsey… do you want to come?’ I said: ‘Yes, I really, really do.’ I sublet my apartment in New York, and I haven’t been back since. He’s 52, I’m 45, and neither of us has been married before. It took an algorithm for us to find each other, but he’s the best thing that ever happened to me.”

While finding a dress for her big day was a more straightforward affair than finding The One, Tara did end up choosing something entirely unexpected, she says. “I thought I was going to go streamlined – I wanted to do an Old Hollywood, Casablanca-type thing, very clingy, very hip-hugging,” the bride explains, name-checking Rita Hayworth as a muse. “But my friend was like, just try something different, and then suddenly I found myself in two hoops.” In the end, it was a classic, princess-y Pronovias gown with a voluminous skirt that stole Tara’s heart. “It’s very cinched at the waist, and just absolutely stunning. I’ve had six or seven fittings with a long-suffering tailor, and Pronovias has made the whole thing a very romantic and pleasurable time!” Given the drama of the dress and her cathedral veil, the bride opted to keep her accessories simple: a pair of mesh pumps by Mango with a kitten heel, her grandmother’s watch, and Agent Provocateur lingerie as her “something blue”.

The vibe of the wedding weekend was “soulful and sexy and old-fashioned”, says Tara, who selected a DVF dress for the rehearsal dinner as a nod to her godmother. “It’s black and everyone says that’s bad luck, but I like black, and it suits me, so fuck it!” She also alighted upon a sequined minidress – a flea market find from Paris – to wear for dancing on the night of the wedding itself. “I’m going to change when the second DJ takes over at about 1am,” she says. “I think I’ll be tired of being a meringue by then.”

As it turned out, the babydoll mini would go unworn. “I loved my gown so much I kept it on until dawn,” Tara confesses after the wedding, which saw guests including Sienna and her sister Savannah, actors Tom Sturridge, Gillian Anderson and Jack Huston, and royals Lord Frederick Windsor and Princess Firyal of Jordan travel from all corners of the globe to Maison Martin for the celebrations. (Even the couple’s wedding photographer, Jose Pereyra Lucena, flew in from Argentina to capture the occasion.) For the bride, it’s all still sinking in – from Chef Mallmann’s signature open fire asado, to a post-ceremony chorus of “Stand By Me” accompanied by Tom Hollander on violin, to Alexa Chung spontaneously commandeering the DJ decks at 3am. “It truly was the greatest weekend of my life.”