married: Sam and Luca NYC
Lovely Luca. She and I met back at Boston University and from the start I knew her to be a bright, cheerful and sweet girl. Luca was always a great compliment to my sarcastic sass-mouth. She’s a great listener, I’ll always admire her for that. Though we live apart I still keep in touch with Luca and we always pick up where we left off. After graduation from Boston University, just about everyone left Boston for NYC. The natural progression was to move into bigger and better cities. I, instead, retreated to the countryside of Vermont. I used to thrive on the chaotic speed of cities; I loved the hustle. Though I’m not in love with cities like I once was, I’m so happy that most of the great people of my life are settled in one spot: NYC. Luca’s wedding acted as a college reunion in some ways as I saw faces I hadn’t seen in over 5 years. We were all the same, but dressed much more fabulously. See, Luca and her now-husband Sam, planned an absolutely fantastic wedding. Food, live music and lights under one of the most ornate basillica-esque ceilings I’ve seen made for a great all-night dance party fueled by rounds of cocktails and champagne. Yes, please.
I know I should’ve been staring at the bride and groom but I couldn’t resist. These ceilings grabbed me. Amazing, right?
Hilary. I’ve shared some of my best moments with this girl. I love her for many reasons. We’ve traveled, discovered music at amazing 3-day music festivals, hiked mountains, danced in Miami, swam waterfalls, found the best tacos in Austin and hijacked primo spots at the Boston 4th of July fireworks, to name a few. Most recently I’ve loved her for her many visits to Vermont! We’re tucked away up here but every season she shows up. Without fail. We can’t get rid of her, and we love her for it. Hilary has an understated elegance and grace (we can admire it in this particular photo) but what never ceases to amaze me is her memory. She retains fleeting moments, quick conversations and observations and shocks me time and time again. During her most recent visit, Hilary gave Tom a pint glass that she bought at his favorite brewery in Colorado. During a trip out west she made sure to make this stop and though it’s just a simple pint glass, it meant so much knowing she remembered and cared. Thanks Hil.
Kat and Dani. Like Hilary, I met these two on my floor freshman year of college. Sharp-tongued and quick-witted, Dani and Kat let you know exactly how it is. And, I wouldn’t want to know them any other way. They might look sweet and adoring in this photo, don’t be fooled. We don’t do sweet, but we love each other. The jabs and nudges are more honest than the saccharin sweet compliments we could share. Kat always keeps me in check with her tart observations and sarcastic humor. Dani is first in line if you want to unleash some sarcasm-fueled banter. They’ve got opinions, Dani and Kat, and they’re on the surface. It’s honest, but more than that? It’s hilarious. Never do I laugh as hard as when I’m with my girls. Tom gets me going with an unparalleled sense of humor but these guys take it to a different place. I was so fortunate to have met all of these women the very first week of college on the very same floor. From day one this began and we’ve had 10 years (wow, 10 years!) of unbelievable experiences and memories. Thanks girls.
Emily. Lovingly known as Dulla, or blonde-haired Emily. I, of course, took the role of brown-haired Emily. It’s how a huge city campus knew us. During our Boston days, Emily and I came as a unit. Never separated, never apart. We were assigned as roommates since day one and in those 10 years have built an incredible friendship. I really don’t know what my college experience would have been like had it not been for Dulla. Extremely outgoing, charismatic, charming and hilarious, Dulla brought out the best traits in me and together we felt elevated to do and see the things we wanted, meet the people we were curious about and just let life happen to its fullest. First week on campus felt like a weird summer camp. You know no one and no one knows you. I’ve always been a social creature and felt isolated by this. I hated the night when everything slowed and grew quiet; it was haunting. In walks Dulla, or should I say in slides Dulla with enormous boxes, bags and a mess of linens and comforters fresh off the plane from Phoenix. A southwestern girl. Tall, blonde and tan. We’re opposites, but not strangers. Dulla and I, in our adorable little teenage way, wrote hand-written letters to each other during the summer before college after we learned our room assignments. We exchanged senior portraits and mix CDs. Dulla, before meeting me, bought me a ticket to a Weezer show she knew was coming to Boston on our first day of classes. A sweet, funny and completely quirky girl, this is who Dulla is.
Packed into our tiny jail cell-sized double on the 8th floor of Rich Hall we’re ready for anything. Turned out the 8th floor was an all-girls floor. We immediately took issue with that. Starting on the top floor, the 13th, we walked the hallways from room to room dismissing the doors with girls names and poking our heads into the doorways of the boys’ rooms. Our branding as “The Emilys” was fixed from that point on. We made it down to the 5th floor where we stopped. We connected with a great group of kids on the 5th and had enough introductions. We were set.
Dulla and I have been through everything. Peppered into the laughter, the silliness and the sarcasm were truly rich moments that I feel so lucky to have been a part. We’ve experienced loss, we’ve supported each other through some of the most frightening moments of our lives, but we’ve always come out stronger and better for it. Emily has shaped my life and left a deep impression on my character. I’ll always be grateful to her for that.
As the night transformed into an informal post-wedding DJ dance party we all squeezed into the elevators and tried out the roof. Beautiful. I love my natural landscapes, my mountains, my lakes, but the city lights make for some fantastic shots. In a champagne haze I snapped a couple frames between conversations with my dear friend Brian. I was talking about home and Tom and our dogs but all the while my gaze affixed to this skyline. Just beautiful.
My beautiful Kat during a tearful moment. She loves speeches and I love watching her watch speeches. Kat quickly shooed me away but it was too late. By the candlelight Kat looked amazing, right? Father/daughter toasts and dances get her at every wedding. Every. Single. Time.
Kat’s awesome boyfriend, Dave. He’s an adorable one and in this photo…he knows it.
The bride owning the dance floor. Out she came from who knows where spinning with her skirt held in each hand creating this white Cirque du Soleil-esque spin of fabric. I was without camera but made sure to take a mental picture. She looked radiant and blissful. That was Luca’s moment. Absolutely.
Sam and Luca as the wedding comes to a close and the sun breaks the day.
‘Night, Luca and Sam. Congratulations again and again.