”I couldn’t tell anybody about it,” says Larry Horvath. ”Not even my wife.” Horvath is the father of Dakota, a 13 year old singer who performed a trio of Sinatra tunes at Y2K’s grandest harmonic convergence of cheekbones, curves, and sheer blond ambition: the supernova July 29 wedding of Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston. (Pitt, a fan, had seen Dakota perform at a Beverly Hills club.)
Dreading the pit bull pursuit of the tabloids, Aniston- Pitt handlers mapped out the ceremony as if it were a CIA operation in Kazakhstan. Cameron Diaz, Edward Norton, and Aniston’s fellow Friends had to wear pearl pins to get through a gauntlet of guards.
If you think the security measures sound obsessive, remember that a truly spectacular celebrity wedding – when two people of equal genetic and occupational exaltedness swap vows and smooch and suggest a future of gorgeous offspring – is a rare thing, even in a town crawling with comely couplings. (If you prefer Michael Douglas to Mr. Pitt, we can get you the number of a great shrink on the Upper West Side.)
The affair was suitably lavish. Estimated to cost more than $1 million, it took place under a white tent on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean at producer Marcy Carsey’s Malibu estate. The bride wore a beaded, silk and satin gown by Lawrence Steele; the groom, a Hedi Slimane tuxedo. More than 50,000 flowers decorated the site – rambling roses, wisteria, lotus flowers. ”It was more of an Asian Zen style, but also very romantic and elegant,” says Kevin Lee, the owner of La Premier Flowers. There was even a fireworks ”sky concert” by Pyro Spectaculars – a ”Fight Club” allusion perhaps?
Anyway, the security worked. The press barely got a peek, thereby turning the tent into ”a perfect target for maddened paparazzi,” said gossip doyenne Liz Smith in a statement. ”And what’s with the Pitts only providing one not so hot black and white photo?” After six months of Brad and Jen’s matrimonial bliss, news outlets still have to shell out at least $1,500 for that same muted chiaroscuro shot. Apparently not even a Friends salary can pay for that many lotus flowers.