Weddings

Dominic Calvert-Lewin and Sandra Jerze’s London Wedding Was a Celebration of Family and Friendship

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The plan was to keep things simple for the nuptials. “We actually didn’t want to do it as big as we did,” Sandra says. But then the guest list kept growing and suddenly there were 60 people on the list, quite the jump from the initial dozen or so they envisioned. But it didn’t matter in the end. Sandra soon came to the realization, with the sage advice of her friend and work partner Elisha, that she could do whatever she wanted—it was her wedding after all. “Not a single thing went wrong [on our wedding weekend]! That’s why we abandoned tradition.”

The wedding itself was spread over a crisp, silver-skied weekend in March—strategically timed to fall during the international football break, when Dominic could get away from work. It began with a civil ceremony at The Old Marylebone Town Hall, just the two of them and their parents. Sandy wore the Chanel, while Dom was in a made-to-measure suit from his favorite tailor, Andréa Kọsta, one of three he had made by the Liverpudlian for the weekend. “There was no pressure with that, it felt very relaxed,” says Dominic.

The next day came the showstopper: a 60-guest celebration at The NoMad Hotel (they picked it because it reminded them of Chiltern), filled with warm lighting, soul music, and florals. The priest, who also happened to be a musician, incorporated live music into the ceremony. “It was all Motown and soul classics,” Sandra says. Before Sandra walked down the aisle, she had a surprise planned for Dominic: a pre-recorded message from their daughter played out from the speakers, telling her daddy how much she loves him. “I was crying immediately,” says Dom. “I started crying before I even saw you!” Later, guests dined as the band played, and the whole night had the feel of a slightly tipsy supper club. The cake? A four-tiered, rose-clad Biscoff dream—Dominic’s main wedding duty, aside from his custom suits. Sandy had her third outfit change—this time into a silk, corseted Danielle Frankel gown, perfect to spend the rest of the night dancing.

The weekend concluded with an intimate lunch—just their closest people, surrounded by candles, laughter, and a lot of very good wine. “It got messy,” laughs Dominic. “You don’t want to see those pictures.”