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Okay, so zombies are a HUGELY popular trend right now, and the wedding world is not immune to that. (Har. Pun.) It all started with this engagement shoot, which made the rounds on Pinterest, and I got inspired.
Then my client Christine got inspired. Meanwhile, Offbeat Bride has been featuring zombie cakes, zombie invitations, zombie unity rituals, etc for years. With 80% of my wedding inquiries coming from Offbeat Bride, this shoot was meant to be.
These pictures are for Christine and Derek’s thank you note. On the front, it will say, “Until death do us part…” On the inside, it will say, “And even then, happily ever after…”
Special huge ginormous thanks to the folks who made this happen. At one point, I seriously doubted our ability to zombify 13 people in 90 minutes before we had to check out of a historic B&B that we had to leave pristine, despite the fact that we had liquid latex and toilet paper going in one room, makeup going in another, and clothing destruction happening in a third. Any time I got overwhelmed, someone just stepped up- running back to someone’s parents’ house for shovels, forgoing the fun to simply do everyone else’s makeup, channeling Rocky Horror Picture Show knowledge and Mary Kaye saleswomanship to create realistic decay effects, sacrificing a very nice blazer to the cause, running to a convenience store for trash bags and Halloween candy. Thank you, one and all, for using every single cosmetic sponge, prop, and half-gallon bottle of fake blood I packed in my suitcase. It’s not often that people really GET my crazier visions before seeing the pictures (people usually get what I was after after the fact.. USUALLY), so the trust and good sportsmanship on this shoot meant the world to me. You were all so professional that I went from worrying that we’d get kicked out of the cemetery to getting worried that we’d be asked for a permit. Thank you, again.
Okay, so you already know from my previous entry that Claire and Phil had a lovely, intimate wedding officiated by Phil’s aunt in her home in the mountains of Quebec. Yesterday, I waxed poetic about the rolling mountains, fields of wildflowers and gorgeous landscapes, and now you get to see what happens when a couple puts their complete and total faith in me and lets me run amok in such a beautiful place.
I should back up a bit. My husband Joel’s family owns a lovely little cabin on Lac Equerre in Canada. They built it themselves in the late 50s. My mother-in-law can remember stripping the bark off the logs that form the cabin walls as a little girl. It’s pretty much my happy place. I told Joel that if I die first, he should look for me there in the afterlife (unless it’s too crowded with Joel’s extended family members, because I’m pretty sure it’s their Heaven, too. Then I’ll be at the spa down the road, haunting the hot tub.)
Last summer, we barely managed to squeeze in a couple of days there because I had a lot of August weddings, and I thought, “What if I shot a wedding up HERE?” I started imagining photos on the lake, then photos IN the lake, and then I started poking around the dock with an oar to see exactly how deep it was because it would really, really suck if I talked someone into leaping into the lake and then she drowned. I took out an ad on Offbeat Bride asking for couples getting married near Mont Tremblant, and Claire emailed me an hour later. It was meant to be.
The only thing was, she didn’t really want to destroy her wedding dress. I totally get that. Also, her dress (although it was a fantastic, short, beaded little number that looked ravishing on her) wasn’t quite the flouncy fabric I was envisioning the newlyweds rockin’ as they took a flying leap off the dock. I also wanted the dress to float, and I didn’t want something heavy to weigh her down. So I found this dress on sale, and voila! We were off and running.
There’s one more thing I want to tell you about before I show you these pictures, because I LOVE THEM. We got really, really lucky with the weather. The forecast was calling for 70% chance of dreary with intermittent downpours of “Angie, Just Go Take Another Nap, You’re at the Cabin” all week. We got a little sunshine on the wedding day, and then it began to rain as we shot the first few pictures at the Arundel post office. Then, the sun came out, and I was on the lookout for a rainbow. Claire and Phil were following Joel and I in their car, and at one point, we abruptly turned into an elementary school parking lot since I saw a rainbow. It faded almost instantly, before Claire and Phil even saw it, confirming their suspicions that yes, their photographer is a crazy woman.
I didn’t help matters as I jumped out of the car after driving through a covered bridge shrieking, “Diamonds of light! Diamonds of light! Run! Hold hands! Jump! Don’t get hit by that car!” (You’ll see what I mean by “diamonds of light” in the bridge shot below.) We began to race the setting sun as we worked our way from Arundel to Lac Equerre, trying and failing to find a certain field of wildflowers I had seen the day before that had a path cut through it so Claire and Phil wouldn’t have to tramp through the tall grass and cope with the bugs. Troopers that they were, Claire and Phil tramped into a different field, bugs and all. However, what I failed to see at the time was that the Plan B field that I DID make them tramp through had a rainbow in the sky behind it. I didn’t see it at the time. But here it is, in all its serendipity, rainbow and all.
(Thank you, thank you, thank you, Phil and Claire.)
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Erika and Mike got married back in April in what was “opening day” for my wedding season. They had a lovely day, with an emphasis on short and sweet, from the ceremony to the reception that was just too fun to stop, so it moved to Erika’s parents’ apartment for an after-party. As such, we didn’t get to take pictures in some of the finest places New York has to over, including the DUMBO section of Brooklyn, which is where Erika and Mike got engaged.
We started at the delicious chocolaterie Jacques Torres on Water Street, where Mike and Erika always get either hot chocolate or frozen chocolate on their anniversary. We walked to the park bench nearby where Mike proposed and really focused on taking photos full of whimsy, sweetness, candy and… well, weirdness, which is one request I was happy to oblige. I can do weird! Bring it!
Then we headed to- believe it or not- the new Fairway grocery store in Red Hook, Brooklyn, which is the home of three rusty, retired New York trollies AND boasts a lovely view of the Statue of Liberty. Location-wise, it was just perfect. With engagement sessions coming up in Central Park and Coney Island later this month, as well as a maternity session shot the very next day after this session that took me down to the Flatiron building (sneak peek coming soon!), I’m really hitting the NYC landmarks this summer!
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Okay, so… this blog entry features photos that are about as far away from what I posted yesterday as you can possibly get! (Dear job: I heart you.)
DonnaMarie and Ricky are newlyweds. DM is an actual rock star, in like, an actual metal band. So their wedding was a “heavy metal cabaret” in the bowery. For the record, I wasn’t there. They got married the same day as Saumya and Sandeep (if you account for the time change), although I would have LOVED to shoot their wedding.
You know what? Just go check out their wedding website. I can’t even begin to describe it. *whistling while you go check out their site* Uh huh! See? I know, right? Don’t you so wish you had been there? The afterparty alone would have been awesome: the fan dancer? the bellydancers? In short, it would have been a wedding shoot unlike any other. I only saw a few proofs, but heir photographer did a great job for them. I also saw a short segment of their wedding video-so great.
So I feel particularly lucky that they contacted me to do a trash the dress shoot, though I really feel like we need to call it a “rock the dress” shoot. DM is having her dressmaker repurpose her red wedding dress into a cocktail dress, so we were extra careful of the fabric down in the subway.
I feel like I should make very clear, also, that while the theme of this shoot could have more or less summed up as “sex, drugs and rock ‘n’ roll: the fallout,” for the most part? This is all theater. Ricky is covered in stage blood. DM is famous for the fact that her makeup never runs, even after a 75-minute set, so that makes this shoot all the more ironic.
While the shot glass was one of their actual wedding favors, and Ricky did actually drink about half of the exploding drink in the third picture, no one was injured, maimed or hung over after our session, which took place on a Sunday evening in their colorful Forest Hills apartment and featured a lot of off-camera playing with their three adorable cats. So disappointingly vanilla compared to the pictures, no?
Okay, enough chatting. Without further ado… DM and Ricky’s Rock the Dress shoot.