Wedding Muse: David Lynch

 
 

Act One:

Seems innocent.

A relaxed and secluded elopement at Inness in the Hudson Valley under the weepiest of willow trees in the high grasses of September. There amongst a symphony of cicadas, Sasha & Timour’s ceremony was warmly delivered by a dear friend with only a handful of their closest family to witness. Truly intimate.

But if you listened closely, one could faintly make out the Twin Peaks theme song playing on repeat inside the heads of these two lovers. With a twinkle in their eyes and a sway in their step, they were also plotting Act Two.

Months go by. They are planning “a party” in NYC to follow. We are in cahoots, but I had no idea a muse was involved— that a mantra was in the air.

“What Would David Lynch Do?”

In stark contrast to the quietude of their ceremony in the fields of Inness, a big fish appeared, and things got loud all around in the deep dark depths.

Act Two:

In walked giant checkered-covered cyclops jesters on stilts, bedazzled masked cigarette girls hawking joints and candy, Reverend Vince & the Love Choir playing their dirty brand of Brooklyn Gospel, acres of red velvet cascading from every direction, all embracing and colluding with 200 of their most cherished, each wearing their best fever dream gala gear, as the invitation encouraged.

Half wedding party, half wake for the ripples and symbols their favorite director left behind.

Just like any Lynch film, I was not ready for it and am now changed forever.

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