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.

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….

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.

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!

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.

Bullet point time!

• Mashed potato martinis! No, really!
• Mr. and Mrs. McWeeperson are adorbs.
• Cinderella Barbie was an honored guest and had a reserved seat.
• Drinking began several hours before the ceremony.
• I learned some dirty curses in Polish. I would write them but my mom reads this blog.

Meghan got in trouble with the cops for jumping on the train. It didn’t especially faze her.

Anyway, to the point – how I reap the benefits of this fact: Josh is friends with all the big shot chefs in NY, which really kind of means in the world. And apparently they like him a lot, because this wedding feast was basically the greatest potluck in all of the history of food. Can someone please create the technology that will make it possible to photograph taste? Because oh my god, no words.

Also neat: Israelis galore! My people drive me crazy but I can’t help but love them anyway. And it’s always nice to whip out my native tongue.

And? Danit’s megillah of a wedding vow made me kvell like a total schmaltz. If you’re not Jewish, that sentence probably made no sense to you (my spellcheck is certainly confused) but maybe she’ll let me post it on the blog. It’s kind of a masterpiece.

Yup.

They had plans for 2011 (a binderful, in fact!), but when they found out that husband-to-be Jeff was deploying in June, plans had to change – and fast.

Enter the fabulous Sarah Pease of Brilliant Event Planning, who pulled together a sweet, intimate ceremony in inspired by Amanda’s favorite movie, Barefoot in the Park. Family all chipped in, making favors and bells and invitations. As for me, I had one opening in May – and that day was it.

So in the end, the planets aligned for A & J, who got a perfect, sunny spring day. They deserved it. Two nicer people, I have never met; they’re going to fit right in in Canada!