Meanwhile, Justin wore a suit by Dzojchen, styled by Masha Manduzka. They were able to, from measurements alone, create a bespoke tuxedo for him as well as tuxedos for his father and two brothers.
The ceremony began at 6 p.m. and took place on a small island in the backyard at Tallulah’s family home. “It’s connected to the rest of the property by a small wooden bridge,” Tallulah explains. “For the walk from my mom’s bedroom—where we got ready—to the bridge, I was gratefully accompanied by [Demi and Tallulah’s stylist] Brad Goreski. When we got to the other side of the bridge, I was fluffed to perfection, and then sent on my way down the aisle to greet my husband-to-be, and our dear friend Jeremy, who was our officiant. Once I got to the moss-covered platform, I could feel my heart beating out of my chest. Thankfully, we had planned to do a meditation at the start of the ceremony to ground us and hopefully expunge any butterflies in the tummy.”
Then, Jeremy went off script—at least to Tallulah and Justin—and announced that someone very special had written something for them. “My body froze as I looked instantly at the front row and saw my mom smiling like the cat that got the canary,” Tallulah remembers. “I couldn’t believe my ears as a single guitar riff filled the surrounding speakers, and Chris Martin’s soulful voice followed elegantly. The first line of the song was, ‘Tallulah and Justin, walking down the aisle…’ My jaw dropped open, as I have deeply loved Coldplay since I was in middle school. I actually chose their song ‘A Message’ to walk down the aisle too, just moments before. My mom pulled off something incredible by facilitating this surprise, this gift, and Justin and I started laughing out of pure bliss. I will never forget that moment.”
The bride and groom then shared vows they’d written themselves. “I am told that there was not a dry eye out there,” Tallulah says. “But I couldn’t say for sure because my eyes were glued on the man across from me. With shaking hands, we exchanged rings, and after we were announced as bride and groom, Justin swung me down off the platform in one fluid motion, dipped me, smooched me, and then we both began to cheer surrounded by our beautiful bunch of friends and family.”
After recessing up the aisle, the newlyweds ran back across the bridge hand in hand. “We were squealing with delight at the surreal, fantastic moment unfolding all around us,” Tallulah remembers. “We then went into the house to take a little private breather before the cocktail hour began. Then, Scout and my mom signed our marriage license as witnesses—and huzzah! We were officially Mr. and Mrs.”
When cocktails concluded, guests moved to the backside of the property near the river for dinner and speeches by Justin’s dad, Tallulah’s mom, his two brothers, and her two sisters, Rumer and Scout. After that, the couple cut the cake, and then, the next chapter of the night officially began.
