I was only 20 years old when my sister was married at the Carlyle Hotel in Manhattan, but the litany of details that earmarked the occasion absolutely drove me crazy at the time. The piѐce de resistance was when my mother asked me to pick up the monogrammed dinner mints the day before. Upon opening the box, two of them were smudged and I was commissioned to return to the store to have them re-done. My mother’s middle name was perfection. I made up my mind, then and there that I was not dealing with this trivia if I ever chose to marry. Having just returned from a summer in Oxford, I decided that my wedding would emulate an English country garden where carefully curated flower beds reflected an elegant, yet freestyle attitude. (By the way, it never happened that way. My mother had other ideas).
From the very first moment that I met Fleur Turner, owner and designer of the Fleur of England lingerie brand, I have identified her work with this bridal fantasy. Luxury intimates, rendered in luscious silks and precious laces are the hallmark of the Fleur of England collections.Each style is cultivated under Fleur’s artful eye. Her work is an embodiment of her English heritage, wholly unique, quintessentially British. Exquisitely rendered with a focus on perfect fit, the final statement is a conservatory of femininity. Though her designs are multi-faceted in their appeal, I have always believed that they are intimate body poetry fit for any bride.
