Welcome Mr. and Mrs. Peltz-Beckham, who got hitched this weekend in a lavish Miami ceremony. The wedding was held at the bride’s sprawling family compound, which is marginally smaller than the amount of real estate the nuptials have taken up in my head since the first photos emerged.

Of all the deeply uncool things about me (and there are many) my unshackled love of the celebrity wedding is high on the list. It’s not an ironic appreciation, nor a love-hate situation, but a genuine, wholehearted love-love. I do!

In fact, I think I prefer the celebrity wedding to the real-life wedding, as in, those where the I know the happy couple, they know me and I am actually invited. Because consider the wins: no hen do to endure, no standing around in heels all day, no sobbing ‘Will I be alone forever?’ to a taxi driver at the end of the night (just me?). You don’t even need to spend money to enjoy it.

Instead, you can simply lap up every ostentatious detail of the celebrity super wedding – the multiple dresses, the extravagant gifts, the palatial settings – from a safe distance. You can even enjoy the politics, the who did/didn’t make the list, without being personally invested.

Above all that, I think the reason that I love the celebrity wedding most of all is that it is a time when you see the A-list at their most human. Not just because you get a rare glimpse of the ‘civilians’ in the extended family, and not despite the pomp and pageantry – but because of it.

Weddings are ridiculous, everyone knows that. But the fact so many of us nevertheless feel compelled to don what is essentially a (very beautiful) costume and do it, to transform a contractual agreement into a celebratory bacchanal is exposing, open-hearted. I find it enormously touching. The fact that I don’t have to go anywhere near a fascinator to experience it just makes it even better.

Laura

Image: Instagram @nicolaannepeltzbeckham