Showing posts with label Prince William. Show all posts
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Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Kate Middleton's wedding to Prince William


Back in 2000, when Kate Middleton was deciding which university to attend, she can scarcely have imagined the implications her choice would have. As the Marlborough College-educated teen scrutinised the reading material that would make up her course work in the years ahead she could have had little idea that a brush with one particular fellow student would put royal protocol on the agenda, too.


Signing up for a degree in History of Art at St Andrews brought her into the orbit of William Arthur Philip Louis Windsor, second in line to the British throne and Britain's future king. As housemates sharing a cottage in the Scottish town, Kate and the Prince fell for each other, and embarked on a romance that became a source of intense media interest across the world.

At St Andrews the two were protected from tabloid scrutiny by a gentleman's agreement between newspaper editors and the royal household. The slender brunette, who did well in both her school and university exams, would have been all too aware the bubble of privacy would burst as soon as they graduated, however.

University over, the two moved to London where they found themselves facing new challenges. Kate set up home in the capital and accepted a position as a junior buyer with High Street fashion chain Jigsaw. Her statuesque beau meanwhile threw himself into the rigours of military training.

While her sudden celebrity can't have been easy for the young graduate, she handled herself with poise and dignity. She was born - the eldest of three children - on January 9, 1982, to Carol, a former air stewardess, and businessman Michael, growing up in a modest middle class home in Bucklebury, Berkshire, where her family run a children's party supplies business. As a child she demonstrated the calm competence and strength of character which would serve her so well in the future, with childhood friends describing her as a kind-hearted and sensible soul who rarely caused upset among her peers.

The romance between the middle-class lass and her blue-blooded beau went from strength to strength, with Kate joining William, along with his father and brother, on several skiing holidays. She was also presented to the Queen, who was said to be much taken to her grandson's choice of partner.

By early spring 2006, speculation was rife that an engagement announcement was imminent, with one High Street store even going so far as to commission commemorative memorabilia. It came as a shock to royal watchers, therefore, to discover on April 14 that the pair had called time on the romance and were to go their own ways.

The separation didn't last long, however. By June there was speculation they'd rekindled their romance. And this seemed to be confirmed when in July Kate, accompanied by her mum, attended the Concert For Diana at Wembley Stadium - although the couple sat two rows apart and insisted they were "just good friends".

With reports they'd decided to give their romance a second chance filling the papers, Kate and her royal beau were careful to conduct their relationship out of the limelight, and were rarely seen out clubbing together at their old haunts.

In late 2007, Kate resigned from her job at Jigsaw and later went on to take up a production post with her parent's firm. Working for mum and dad meant she was able to take time out to join the Prince on foreign holidays, support him on the sidelines at polo matches and attend family events as their relationship once again grew in strength.

In November 2010, Clarence House confirmed that Prince William had proposed to Kate a month earlier, and that the couple were engaged and set to marry.

On April 29 2011, Kate officially stepped into the royal circle and left her previous life as a commoner behind.

Dubbed the wedding of the century, the bride was radiant on her big day as she stepped out in a Alexander McQueen ivory lace and silk dress which had been intricately fashioned by Sarah Burton.

In a foliage-filled Westminster Abbey, Kate walked the aisle towards her Prince who was visibly moved as he set eyes on her and mouthed: "You look beautiful".

Kate said "I do" to her Prince, and swiftly retired from the public eye to begin her new life as Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge.

Source: http://www.hellomagazine.com

William and Kate's honeymoon venue: hyper-fashionable if slightly cliched


One of the 11 villa bedrooms on the North Island resort in the Seychelles, where Prince William and his wife, Kate, Duchess of Cambridge, are reported to be taking their honeymoon. Photograph: Andrew Howard/AP

North Island in the Seychelles, where the royal newlyweds are believed to be honeymooning, is the paragon of tropical island escapes – the Christian Louboutin of what travel types call barefoot luxury.

At £1,957 per person per night – the average honeymoon for two people costs £3,220 – the stylish resort attracts the super-rich, City whizzkids and A-list celebrities including Liz Hurley, Jennifer Aniston, Pierce Brosnan and JK Rowling. Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie are rumoured to have plans to exchange wedding vows on one of its two beaches.

Should you wish to reserve all 11 villas, ensuring privacy rather than paparazzi, the tiny granitic speck washed by the emerald shallows of the Indian Ocean will cost £43,000 – a remarkable flourish to what had been dubbed the austerity wedding.

For the considerable outlay, visitors to the fecund island of three small peaks and two white powder beaches stay in huge two-bedroom, butler-serviced villas of 4,843 square feet (450 sq m) made by Balinese thatchers and Tanzanian wood carvers. They have indoor and outdoor showers, staggeringly large bathrooms and floor-to-ceiling windows opening on to decks with private gazebos and plunge pools. Each villa has an electric golf buggy to nip around the sandy tracks.

At 8,000 square feet, Villa 11 claims to be one of the world's ultimate beach huts with a circular-flow swimming pool, cinema lounge and multiple levels cascading down the boulders to the sand. The resort's public areas, designed by the renowned safari camp architects Silvio Rech and Lesley Carstens, use upturned sun-bleached takamaka trees to create Daliesque columns for open-sided rooms containing rectangular reflection pools, sunken sofas and screens of roped coral.

The choice of the hyper-fashionable if slightly cliched honeymoon suggests the royal couple not only have a less stuffy idea of romance than his parents but also enjoy a more equal relationship. Charles and Diana's post-wedding travels in 1981 took in Broadlands in Hampshire, the family home of the Mountbattens, followed by a Mediterranean cruise on the royal yacht and a visit to Balmoral with his family – which suggests Charles called the shots rather than his younger bride. Whether North Island will be such an aphrodisiac is another question. William was born in 1982, eight months after his parents returned.

Prince Charles would certainly appreciate North Island's eco credentials. Like any exclusive tropical resort it trumpets its green policies including the eradication of rats, cats, owls and pigs – the legacy of its coconut farming days – and the re-introduction of indigenous trees and birds including the Magpie Robin. Villa 11 even uses recycled glassware made by projects in Swaziland townships.

Serious environmentalists might, however, question how eco a small island can be when more than 100 staff cater to the whims of guests to the 11 pampered villas.

I was lucky enough to stay on North Island before the resort opened in 2002 when I was marooned for a story about life as a castaway. It was truly beautiful if a little harsh. I survived on unripe mango, coconuts and pitifully small fish and was eaten alive by mosquitoes, now eradicated for guests' comfort. At night, giant turtles dragged themselves up the beach to lay eggs under a magnificent pink moon and fruit bats wheeled overhead.

When I visited years later to compare experiences, I found the spot where I had built a shelter of branches and palm fronds was now a turning circle for guests' golf buggies. And as I slumped on cushions of what is now the sunset beach, a plump man from Miami with a brightly coloured cocktail told me he "couldn't wait to recommend it to his well-heeled friends. Staying here is the nearest thing on earth to being Robinson Crusoe."


Source: http://www.guardian.co.uk