Here come the Harris Reed brides. And they did not tiptoe. In the freshly reimagined ballroom at Claridge’s Hotel, four of them moved down the aisles wrapped in veils the color of magenta lipstick, cerulean sky, and seafoam dreams. This was the debut of Reed’s Fluid Bridal—four silhouettes, four moods, zero interest in playing it safe. There was the Camille, inspired by the sheer, slinky bespoke wedding dress Reed first made for Camille Charrière; a Chantilly lace, crystal-dusted cowl-neck shirt with flared pants that nodded to what Reed himself wore to his wedding; and the Debutante, complete with the house’s signature bubbly fishtail hem. These are brides who want drama, who want fantasy—more mermaid than anything tethered to a fixed gender.