wave to your haters, honey!
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Last week, the Daily Mail featured quotes from designer Emilia Wickstead in which she seemed to suggest that she thought Meghan Markleā€™s wedding dress rather close to her own labelā€™s work and also Markleā€™s wispy ā€™do was wrong for the regal occasion. Now, Wickstead has released a statement saying that she sees no rip-offs here and she has nothing but admiration for the Duchess of Sussex.

People points to her response, via Instagram:

ā€œI am extremely saddened by commentary that has appeared in the press and online over the past few days,ā€ Wickstead said in a statement posted on her Instagram account Sunday. ā€œHer Royal Highness, the Duchess of Sussex looked absolutely beautiful on her wedding day and I have the utmost admiration and respect for her.ā€

She continued, ā€œI do not think that her wedding dress was a copy of any of our designs. I have the greatest respect for Clare Waight Keller and the House of Givenchyā€”a huge source of inspiration to me. I wish Their Royal Highnesses, the Duke and Duchess of Sussex a wonderful, happy and love filled life together.


Some digging reveals how this probably happened. Over the weekend, the Daily Mail columnist who ran the original report, Sebastian Shakespeare, produced a followup (noting that the Rolls-Royce Phantom IV which delivered Meghan and her mother to the wedding carried Wallis Simpson to the Duke of Windsorā€™s funeral and suggesting it was a cruel jokeā€”a stretch so big itā€™s lucky he didnā€™t pull a hamstring). The piece contained the revealing line: ā€œTop fashion designer Emilia Wickstead has felt the need to issue a grovelling apology after mentioning to me at a party last week that Meghan Markleā€™s wedding dress was ā€˜identicalā€™ to one she had created.ā€

If I did any business whatsoever with the royal family I would avoid every reporter whoā€™s ever even been seen spotted in the vicinity of the Daily Mail offices as though they were carrying the bubonic plague. If youā€™re in Tesco, just drop your crisps and flee.