The Bride Wore a Vintage Suit for Her Switzerland Elopement
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Floral designer and writer Amy Merrick and architect and editor Philip Shelley’s relationship was a slow burn. They were good friends for several years before they finally let themselves fall in love. “I moved to England in 2017 for a garden residency and met Philip and his twin brother Robin through a mutual friend,” Amy remembers. “He was only in town for the weekend, but we bonded over our shared sensibility and perspective on architecture, gardens, and life in general. It was a sort of rare, old-fashioned friendship, sending each other books in the mail and meeting for lunch whenever he was in town. We both were preoccupied with other life circumstances, but despite ourselves, we quietly fell in love.”
Soon after they first got together, they both separately confided in their families that they knew they were going to get married. “I already had a very special family ring from my great-grandmother, so we didn’t fuss too much with a formal engagement,” Amy explains. Instead, they made vows to each other in private, on top of a mountain near Amy’s family’s house in New Hampshire, where they spent their first summer together as a couple.
When it came to planning the actual wedding, they took a laid-back approach. “As a florist, I have slight PTSD from so many weddings,” Amy admits. “But when the pandemic started and borders began closing, it immediately became clear that we needed to rethink our plans to ensure that we could be together. The time we spent in lockdown in London cemented our commitment to one another in the purest ways.”
In June, Amy had to return to the United States because her visa and passport were both expiring, and Philip had to go back to Switzerland. At that point, they were separated for two months due to the European travel ban.
In July, they decided to elope in Zurich as Philip was already there, and it was the only place still holding international marriages. “It meant our families couldn’t be with us, but they were incredibly supportive, knowing the security it would give us,” Amy says. “I definitely cried realizing that my sister and Philip’s twin brother wouldn’t be by our sides. We decided the elopement would be phase one of our wedding, and we’ve promised our parents a party in the countryside when we can all travel to be together.”
Planning for the elopement involved making their way through the piles of paperwork required in order to be reunited. “I had an interview at the Swiss Embassy in DC,” Amy remembers. “We had to prove our relationship was genuine and Philip had to write me a a formal invitation to come to Switzerland—something that we ultimately have to get framed.”
After Amy arrived in Zurich, they had ten days of quarantining together to get reacquainted after having been apart for two months. “It felt like we took our honeymoon early!” Amy jokes. “I ordered our wedding cake, bought opera tickets and my shoes, made dinner reservations and booked our actual honeymoon all the week before our ceremony. We wanted it to feel special, but also not absurd given the circumstances. It wasn’t a total austerity wedding, but we both already had our suits, we used family rings, and kept it really quite simple.”
Friends pitched in every step of the way. Molly Zaidman agreed to take photos throughout the day. “She’s exquisitely talented, and she doesn’t usually shoot weddings,” Amy explains. “Once she was on board, I knew it would all be fine.” One of Philip’s closest friends, James Beresford, flew from London to serve as the witness. “If we had gotten married one week later, he would have been restricted from entering,” Amy says. “We were so lucky our wedding date of September 22 ended up being in a lull between the first and second waves.”
On the actual morning of the wedding, Amy woke up early to go to the farmers’ market to buy flowers for her bouquet and apricot croissants for breakfast. “I would never recommend another bride attempt this, but as a florist, it was the perfect, grounding way for me to start the day. Philip, bless him, had a spare hour in the morning so he filed his tax return, and then went for a swim in the lake with James.”
