Something has happened to us. The two most — how shall I say this — questioning editors on our team, when it comes to all things love and romance, have found themselves as the editor-in-chief and issue editor of a new magazine all about, well, love and romance — and the weddings and honeymoons and gowns and rings that symbolize it all. (Irony, what is your plan here?) We are just two of the tightly knit team that produces FD, the monthly style magazine of The Dallas Morning News — and this is FD Love, our new pride and joy, to be published twice each year. It is the joy part that I need to talk about. Christina and I are the two singles on staff at FD. Oh, we’re open to anything, but we do tend to run the topics of weddings, love, commitment and romance through a certain cynical filter. It’s in our nature. But something has definitely changed. We’re caving. It’s this issue’s fault. As it all came together, brilliantly led by Christina, we really did find ourselves cooing and crying over the beauty of it all — and I’m not just talking about dresses and diamonds. (Although, hello.) Great joy overtook us, time and time again, as this stunning, smart magazine came slowly down the aisle. Now, we give it all to you. There is a reason we named it FD Love, you know. —Rob Brinkley, editor-in-chief
“Love is not the same thing as romance.” For the February 2014 issue of FD, we asked our staff and contributors to complete the (seemingly simple) sentence: “Love is …” Trying to come up with my own answer kept me up at night — many nights. For two weeks, I tossed and turned, struggling to define it for myself. Finally, I came up with those words above. I felt they were honest, but also a little bit cynical.
I’d like to officially change my answer.
After producing this debut issue of FD Love, I am now full of ideas about what love really is.
Love is a dream. When I asked model Amelie Visneau, who appears in our “Heartland” fashion feature beginning on page 72 (and who happens to be the 7-year-old daughter of photographer Steven Visneau, who shot that story) what her dream wedding would be like, her response was so matter-of-fact, it was as almost as if she already had a diamond band around her tiny left ring finger. It would be on a beach in Alabama. She would wear a pink dress and carry a bouquet of purple flowers. Her groom would wear navy. Her bridesmaids? They would be in sparkles.
Love is tradition. The look on the face of Alejandro Burkle as he watched his bride Patricia Sosa walk down the aisle said it all. The couple wed in the same style, with the same traditions and in the same language as their parents and grandparents before them had. And though the two-hour Roman Catholic wedding in Mexico City was conducted entirely in Spanish, a language I don’t speak, I felt waves of emotion as I watched it unfold. I realized, in one moment — a flower girl played on a pew as the couple spoke their vows — that all weddings, regardless of religion, sexual orientation, language or culture, are about the same simple things. Commitment. Family. Tradition. Celebration. And the hope that love is everlasting.
Love is not about stuff. While the rings and flowers and dresses and tuxedos and venues and bands are all so important — and so fun — it is the vows, heirlooms, relationships, family, friends and feelings that make a wedding memorable. As much as we found our hearts racing over a stunning couture gown (and, believe me, they did), we also found them thumping about all of our real weddings, and the fantastic and funny stories behind them. (Just one example: When I read Eleanor Banco Lasko’s answers to my questions about her Nantucket wedding, on pages 46 and 47, I shed happy, spontaneous tears.) It is my hope that, as you flip through our pages, you are inspired as much by the tales within them as you are by the beautiful things on them. I also hope you come closer to deciding what love really means to you — whether you are in it or searching for it; whether you are getting married or simply dreaming about it.
PORTRAIT: STEVEN VISNEAU/SISTERBROTHER MGMT.