...but hopefully not one that will just add to the internet noise. Because I get some seriously cool jobs sometimes, because I'm happy to share info about my photographic process, because I'm as irreverent as you probably are towards the wedding industry "rules". And because, let's face it: you came here for the pictures.
And the pictures will be awesome.
These guys live practically next door to me here in Fort Greene, so naturally we all traipsed up to Washingtonville to get them hitched. Which was worth it for the in-house gelato station alone.
Now, my wedding was pretty DIY craft-heavy thanks to my brilliant husband, but the stuff they made – especially the exquisite laser-cut place cards – impressed even my snobby ass. Check them out below!
Photographed with the invaluable help of Nikon warrior Tatiana Breslow.
Every once in a while, I look at my poor, sad, abandoned blog and decide to do something about it. Yes! I’m excited for a minute. Then I do something else. Here’s why:
I was great for a while! Blogged every wedding! But then I shot 45 in a year, which is kind of a lot. But I was still kinda, sorta keeping up! And then this happened:
Followed, predictably, by this:
Who did a whole lot of this:
And my daily activities had to be, uh, re-prioritized. So it goes. But I have so many amazing weddings to share, I’ll do my best to update at least on occasion. And if you ever see a blog post that looks like this :
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That’s probably young Ben’s contribution to my oeuvre.
My dear friends Dafna and Michael moved to stupid California and I never see them anymore. Thankfully, they decided to come back in order to get hitched, because ALL THIER FRIENDS ARE HERE. Which I think is a pretty good reason to JUST MOVE BACK. If you see them, please tell them this.
It was a little intimidating to shoot a wedding where a big chunk of the guest list are pro photographers, but I think I pulled it off. Daf looking all kinds of hot didn’t hurt either.
Blue Hill at Stone Barns. Deeelish.
One of the best things about New York is how great it feels to get the hell out once in a while.
Yes, I am a bajillion years behind on blogging – I have my reasons! They’re good! – but this one was too awesome to keep in the vault. The whole “island living” attitude had me so hypnotized that I actually waded into seawater with my beloved L-series lenses in a glorified ziplock bag. I still wake up in a cold sweat just thinking about it. Results below! Equipment – intact!
Check out the irrepressible Sanarah and Morty in the indescribable Dominican Republic.
The next day….
I used to walk around around thinking I was pretty cool. But no. These guys are cool.
Peanut-butter pie, to be exact. Peanut butter! Pie! OMG amazing.
Leila and Anthony are both professional funny people, as were many of their guests, so it goes without saying that a good time was had by all; paid, invited, or otherwise. This was a PARTY, yo. Also, Anthony was too tall for the chuppah, which was hilarious. He battled it throughout the ceremony, kind of ducking in and out until eventually resigning to just scrunching under it. It was adorable.
Did I mention the pie? You MUST try it: Bubby’s in DUMBO, Brooklyn – which is also one of the prettiest places in the city.
They’re traipsing around Europe now, doing god knows what. Those crazy kids are up for anything; which is good for pictures – but probably bad for Italy. Try to keep it intact, guys!
A special shout out to the moms, for having a sense of humor, for making sure I was eating enough, for making me a little homesick. I miss you ima! (that’s mom in hebrew).
And a huge thanks to coordinator to Jennifer and the whole staff at Highlands Country Club – you guys are the best. Thanks for letting me borrow your golf carts, stash my gear in the kitchen, keeping me hydrated, and just generally taking care of everyone so well.
Mazel Tov!
And get themselves hitched! Apparently that’s legal in some parts of the country! No, just kidding – well, maybe in Amsterdam – but seriously, the Crane and Wolfson clans celebrated their union at the Rabbit Room, and the cuteness was lost on no one. Annie and Eric: passionate country/folk musicians, proud Americana geeks, with families that are a living Norman Rockwell painting, thank you for this amazing weekend. You are something else.
BTW, the people who made out the most at this wedding? Annie’s parents. Hand to god.
BTW part 2, I made a 7-hour drive with a 2-month-old driver’s license to get there. Thank you to Lizzie, for many, many things, but also for helping me not to die on this trip.
Meghan, the bride, will heretofore be referred to as “Cryin’ McWeeperson”.
Bullet point time!
Meghan got in trouble with the cops for jumping on the train. It didn’t especially faze her.
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