Today our wedding was featured on our fantastic photographer’s blog!
I think this might just be the kick in the pants I needed to continue blogging about it.
Who knows what you’ll see here tomorrow.
(Something, though, I promise something.)
Instead of rambling on and on about all of my issues, I thought I’d share some photos I took this weekend of Central Park.
Autumn has always been my favorite season, partially due to its color palette, but mostly due its demand that I stop and appreciate it because [unlike spring and summer], I am most decidedly NOT looking forward to what’s coming next.
I had a much meatier post planned to kick off Rachelle’s NaWePWriWee Post-a-thon, but alas, life got the better of me and it’s getting pushed back to tomorrow. So, a little pretty for you today…
So cute, right? And uncannily reminiscent of the invites we are working on right now…
Seriously, presentation is everything!
All Photos © Jimena Roquero Photography
Or, the day the internet at large gets to see my face.
Despite the fact that I’m pretty ridiculously easy to identify and track down IRL, I still have issues about The Grid, The Man, and The Government. Namely, that I would like them to not be all up in my shit. I know it’s like Mel-Gibson-in-Conspiracy-Theory paranoid, but I do have some unfortunate psychology tendencies in this area, that may or may not extend to being ethically against marriage as a civil contract.
But I digress.
I decided to introduce y’all to my less than super-adorable face today, before posting our engagement pics tomorrow, for a very good reason. Said pics are hands down the best photographs ever taken of myself (even counting the super-adorable phase I went through at age 3), and I think the before and after is wonderfully illustrative of what a shower, some make up, good lighting, and an even better photographer can do for one’s usual slumming around the house self.
I decided, in my typically procrastinative fashion, to pick out what I was going to wear for our engagement shoot at 11pm the night before. Mentally, I had gotten so far as to decide it would be a dress (80% of what I wear is dresses), and as it was forecasted to be about 50 degrees in mid-May, tights and some kind of sweater/jacket options were in order. And shoes that I could walk [a lot] in.
I worked backwards and settled on black mary janes for cuteness and comfort and paired with black footed tights (because as much as I wear footless tights all the time, I think they look slightly awkward). Next up was the dress:
Anna Sui for Target dress
…with my khaki trench…
H&M red dress
…with striped KnitWit hoodie.
(Not an hour after this pic was taken, this hoodie died (dyed?) in my hand wash basin, as I, diligently following the instructions on the hang tag, submerged it in warm water. Despite the fact that I’ve successfully hand washed 2 previous KnitWit hoodies, this one was not having it and is currently 3 shades of gray and still hidden in our hall closet drying rack. This was the point in the evening that crying occurred, and there was much consolation from #TBCB=Travel Brigade of Cyber Bridesmaids on Twitter. Lesson learned? Never leave laundry for midnite the night before, and always err on the side of Dryel.)
(Are we sensing a theme here?)
And the big winner. H&M and leopard.
Mostly because it spins well.
While I would wholeheartedly do not recommend going through your entire wardrobe at midnight the night before, it was actually kind of fun. Despite the late hour, and being several beers in (or because of it?), Scott was fairly helpful and much silliness ensued…
The three of us in my favorite family portrait.
Okay, so it was probably pretty obvious who we chose as our photographer from that last post.
But allow me to officially introduce the unbelievably talented Jimena Roquero!
Pictures speak—or in this case swoon—louder than words. So without further ado, here’s a smattering of my favorites:
(This wedding is totally down the street from where I work! Oh NY!)
A whole week on our wedding photographer selection and engagement photos, with a little bit of shopping in my closet thrown in. Because I like the pretty.
The single best [aesthetic] thing that the blogosphere has taught me re:wedding planning is that wedding photography DOESN’T SUCK ANYMORE. (Sorry. Apparently I just want to scream it from rooftops.) In fact, quite the opposite is now true.
Originally, I didn’t care at all about photography—we were just going to hand cameras to our friends or find a student off Craigslist. But once I learned that there are brilliant photographers out there and you don’t have to go into debt to hire [many of] them, photography definitely became a high priority (read: higher budget) area for us. This probably shouldn’t have been surprising given that we both love (and participate in) art and photography anyway.
Since we [ironically] picked a venue that had no restrictions on date selection, we decided we should choose a photographer next and work around his or her schedule. Well once I started looking it was like opening Pandora’s Box…or Veronica’s Closet?…Victoria’s Secret? Whatever. I just wanted to shop, and shop, and shop…
I began by bookmarking people aimlessly, and then by creating a list of people we might actually hire.
In addition to scouring blogs, APW’s Wedding Elves, and Offbeat Bride’s Offbeat Vendors, this process also included posting a wanted ad on 100 Layer Cake’s new marketplace, and I have to strongly recommend this to anyone looking for a great photog on a tight budget. I won’t name names, but we were approached by several photographers looking to expand their portfolio and/or geographic reach, and believe me our budget was a fifth of what they’d usually charge. In addition, several incredibly promising up and coming photographers also bid on our listing.
To actually make a decision, first I tried to categorize what I liked, which I would call a very West Coast, over-exposed, dreamy aesthetic. Then we focused on what Scott liked: crisp, clean images, captured emotions, and interesting-without-being-wacky-for-the-sake-of-being-wacky composition. No seriously. We spent several evenings flipping through portfolios of photographers who always put the subject in the center, or always cropped things awkwardly, or GOD FORBID, “artistically” tilted EVERY photo 45 degrees.
Once our dueling aesthetics were brought to the table, we turned to logistics. I was unequivocally not allowed to fly someone out for more than our budget allowed. And since I wanted to do an engagement session—believe me, we needed the practice—that meant that someone local was key. This narrowed the field considerably.
In the end our short list came down to 2 APW Wedding Elves, 1 100 Layer Cake vendor, and another photographer who I had bookmarked after an appearance on Snippet and Ink. After lots of emails, 1 Skype call, and 1 in person meeting, we had reached a decision…
(I wanted to extol the virtues of the photographers we couldn’t pick by name, Scott said I shouldn’t “call out” the runners up. Compromise is, if you want recommendations for other excellent photographers in NY or Boston in what was a close race, leave a comment or email me!)
Hope everyone had a lovely and long weekend. I’m still in a state of shock that I took four consecutive days off in a row.
Here’s what I did:
Discovered Wet Seal is the place for cheap, trendy belts. Who knew? Not I because I had just spent $30 on belts at Express. D’oh.
I also drank, wrote, weeded, laundered, worked, and ran, in that order.
Here’s to June!
It’s a balmy 38 outside tonite. I’m serious. That is balmy. Yesterday is was like 10. I’ve decided I’d rather deal with the snow than the cold. I’m trying to reconnect with my inner 10 year old who would’ve been sooo thrilled to have this winter.
Some pics of me wandering in the snow in Brooklyn and on the High Line in Chelsea.