Let’s say you suddenly find yourself in another part of the world. You find yourself in a beautiful region of France. With your beautiful, famous friends. For a beautiful, fancy wedding. You may ask yourself, “Well, how did I get here?”
Reader, I have no fucking clue, but that Talking Heads-inspired hypothetical became a reality for plenty of people when Alberto Mugrabi and Colby Jordan got married over the weekend “at Hotel du Cap-Eden-Roc in Antibes, France.”
Who are Alberto Mugrabi and Colby Jordan, you ask with a pronounced squint? People described Mugrabi as “an art collector” and Jordan as “a fashion blogger,” but a more telling description for both would be “richer than god.” Mugrabi is the son of an “industrialist” who owns more works by Andy Warhol than anyone in the world, and Jordan is the daughter of a billionaire. They have famous friends for reasons that elude me because I myself am not a billionaire, and it seems like all of them were in attendance.
Scroll through this gold-threaded tapestry of Instagram posts and pretend you were there, pretending not to be impressed by Karlie Kloss, avoiding Derek Blasberg, drinking with Owen Wilson, watching Heidi Klum make out with Vito Schnabel, and standing silently with an Olsen twin.