A Glasshouse Wedding Where Riviera Glamour Grew Wild

A Closer Look

Olivia and Jeremiah married in Jakarta first, with a reception there for their extended family. The celebration at Alila Villas Uluwatu in Bali was more relaxed and more personal, and they gave it a name. They called it L'Été, French for summer, and set out to bring the South of France to the clifftops. The Riviera was where Jeremiah proposed and where Olivia made some of her most meaningful memories with her late father. Poetyque Events planned the day, and the invitations opened with vintage travel posters of Monte Carlo carrying the couple's names.

By day, Alila's pale stone and slatted timber stood over the Indian Ocean, and Olivia's gown met all that architecture with volume. The strapless tulle ball gown had a sweetheart neckline and a skirt of soft tiers, and her something blue was worked into the dress itself. Light-framed sunglasses gave the look a jet-set ease. Her bridesmaids wore ivory and champagne gowns in mismatched cuts, while the groomsmen paired black jackets with white trousers. Together the wedding party looked ready for a yacht club on the Côte d'Azur.

Olivia's mother wore champagne beading finished with a crystal bow at the shoulder. During the celebration a butterfly landed on her dress, and to Olivia it felt like a little visit from her dad.

For cocktail hour, Olivia gave her Jakarta reception dress a second life. The lace halter bodice rose into a pearl collar, and the satin skirt gathered into an oversized bow at the back before falling into a long train. Rinaldy Yunardi custom-designed her hat, a wide woven disc worn at a tilt. Against the sea, the look belonged at a garden party in Monaco. The couple's vows were on display too, printed onto a tall panel of fabric as a keepsake.

Then guests stepped into the glasshouse. Tea Rose imagined a grand old conservatory slowly being reclaimed by the tropics, and the couple had it built for the night. Vines trailed over black iron trusses, palms grew up through the frame, and antique crystal chandeliers hung unexpectedly among the green. A black-and-white checkered floor cut straight through the middle. Long tables ran alongside it, their white linen pooling loosely toward the grass. Black tapers in brass holders rose over heaps of red and black grapes, and white blooms spilled between them. Even the dinner menus came in a red-and-white check that echoed the floor. Crystal played against ironwork and European formality against the wildness around it. It was not quite a ballroom and not quite a garden.

After dark, the chandeliers took over. A singer performed between the tables, and the couple danced on the checkerboard beneath them. Out on the lawn waited an Aperol Spritz tower, because it is Olivia's absolute favorite drink, though Jeremiah still insists it tastes like cough syrup. Fireworks went up behind it. Later she changed into a black halter mini by Stella Rissa, who also made her earrings and feathered shoes, and engraved bottles of Don Julio 1942 came out for the after-party.

Instead of a guestbook, guests signed an Assouline book on the French Riviera. It now sits on the couple's coffee table, where a little of L'Été stays with them.