Weddings

Singer-Songwriter Ashe Channeled Old Hollywood Glamour for Her Tennessee Wedding to John Clark Canada

SingerSongwriter Ashe Channeled Old Hollywood Glamour for Her Tennessee Wedding to John Clark Canada
Photo: Molly Peach

Guests arrived to Champagne as the couple prepared with their families and wedding parties. “I asked my bridesmaids to find the brightest scarlet red dress they could find,” Ashe recalls, adding that she wanted them to feel like bombshells. The groomsmen wore black tuxedos and matched John by fastening red roses onto their jackets.

Before heading down the aisle, Ashe put on the finishing touches: her grandmother’s diamond earrings, a vintage canary diamond engagement ring, and a Tiffany Co. gold wedding band. “Emily Gray Higgins did my Grace Kelly–inspired makeup and Paula Peralta—who happens to be one of my best friends, bridesmaid, and hair stylist—gave me soft, Golden Age pin curls,” she says.

A string quintet and harpist played Debussy’s “Clair De Lune” as Ashe’s grandfather walked her down the aisle. The ceremony was led by their therapist, Keith, and the two exchanged self-written vows. “We were entirely at ease. We both predictably cried at the beginning but found our footing,” she says. “There was no nervousness, just peace and real, well-grounded joy.”

After that, guests drifted toward the rhythms of Parisian Django-style jazz at cocktail hour, while Ashe and John took family photographs. “Our planner ran two essential espresso martinis to us,” she says, “so John and I sat in our empty sailcloth tent and took a breath for ourselves.” The aforementioned espresso martini was spilt on her dress at cocktail hour (“hugging Finneas, no less”), but it only added to the festive aura.

The couple danced to “Something Stupid” by Frank and Nancy Sinatra, while John’s mother-son dance was to “Mustang Sally.” Ashe and her grandfather chose “The Locomotion” for their spin around the dance floor. “The night raced by with dancing and photo booth strips and gelato and a very hidden yet popular hangout spot at the cigarette station,” she remembers. After a bit of dancing, Ashe changed into an Old Hollywood–inspired Maria Lucia Hohan dress to finish out the night in. The evening concluded at Amendment XVIII, an anti-prohibition speakeasy they rented for the afterparty. “We planned for 70 people to attend, and 90 joined. No one wanted the night to end,” she says.

As the two reflect back on their wedding day, every choice still feels like the right one. “It all went off without a hitch, although I did find out later the cake fell (or melted?) but no one would have ever known,” she laughs. But it’s these imperfect, perfect moments that fold into the greater narrative of their love story. “I plainly have a career in music because of a song I wrote about my divorce. It was a marriage that made me resent marriage and very unwilling to go near it again,” Ashe says. “Looking at our wedding photos, it’s heartbursting how grateful I am that he restored my faith in kindness and love and relationship.”