Paulina, 2025 . . . Working with vendors who speak that same creative language, the ones who get excited about the angle of a shadow or the way silk moves in backlight is so fulfilling. It’s less “checklist,” more “collective gasps.” We leaned into the atmosphere here with soft blurs, double exposures, and unpredictable Polaroids. There’s always this moment mid-shoot, mid-chaos, when you look up and realize everyone’s smiling. Not for the camera, but because building something beautiful tog...
Paulina, 2025 . . . Working with vendors who speak that same creative language, the ones who get excited about the angle of a shadow or the way silk moves in backlight is so fulfilling. It’s less “checklist,” more “collective gasps.” We leaned into the atmosphere here with soft blurs, double exposures, and unpredictable Polaroids. There’s always this moment mid-shoot, mid-chaos, when you look up and realize everyone’s smiling. Not for the camera, but because building something beautiful tog...
Paulina, 2025 . . . Working with vendors who speak that same creative language, the ones who get excited about the angle of a shadow or the way silk moves in backlight is so fulfilling. It’s less “checklist,” more “collective gasps.” We leaned into the atmosphere here with soft blurs, double exposures, and unpredictable Polaroids. There’s always this moment mid-shoot, mid-chaos, when you look up and realize everyone’s smiling. Not for the camera, but because building something beautiful tog...
Paulina, 2025 . . . Working with vendors who speak that same creative language, the ones who get excited about the angle of a shadow or the way silk moves in backlight is so fulfilling. It’s less “checklist,” more “collective gasps.” We leaned into the atmosphere here with soft blurs, double exposures, and unpredictable Polaroids. There’s always this moment mid-shoot, mid-chaos, when you look up and realize everyone’s smiling. Not for the camera, but because building something beautiful tog...
Paulina, 2025 . . . Working with vendors who speak that same creative language, the ones who get excited about the angle of a shadow or the way silk moves in backlight is so fulfilling. It’s less “checklist,” more “collective gasps.” We leaned into the atmosphere here with soft blurs, double exposures, and unpredictable Polaroids. There’s always this moment mid-shoot, mid-chaos, when you look up and realize everyone’s smiling. Not for the camera, but because building something beautiful tog...
Paulina, 2025 . . . Working with vendors who speak that same creative language, the ones who get excited about the angle of a shadow or the way silk moves in backlight is so fulfilling. It’s less “checklist,” more “collective gasps.” We leaned into the atmosphere here with soft blurs, double exposures, and unpredictable Polaroids. There’s always this moment mid-shoot, mid-chaos, when you look up and realize everyone’s smiling. Not for the camera, but because building something beautiful tog...
Paulina, 2025 . . . Working with vendors who speak that same creative language, the ones who get excited about the angle of a shadow or the way silk moves in backlight is so fulfilling. It’s less “checklist,” more “collective gasps.” We leaned into the atmosphere here with soft blurs, double exposures, and unpredictable Polaroids. There’s always this moment mid-shoot, mid-chaos, when you look up and realize everyone’s smiling. Not for the camera, but because building something beautiful tog...
Paulina, 2025 . . . Working with vendors who speak that same creative language, the ones who get excited about the angle of a shadow or the way silk moves in backlight is so fulfilling. It’s less “checklist,” more “collective gasps.” We leaned into the atmosphere here with soft blurs, double exposures, and unpredictable Polaroids. There’s always this moment mid-shoot, mid-chaos, when you look up and realize everyone’s smiling. Not for the camera, but because building something beautiful tog...
Paulina, 2025 . . . Working with vendors who speak that same creative language, the ones who get excited about the angle of a shadow or the way silk moves in backlight is so fulfilling. It’s less “checklist,” more “collective gasps.” We leaned into the atmosphere here with soft blurs, double exposures, and unpredictable Polaroids. There’s always this moment mid-shoot, mid-chaos, when you look up and realize everyone’s smiling. Not for the camera, but because building something beautiful tog...
Paulina, 2025 . . . Working with vendors who speak that same creative language, the ones who get excited about the angle of a shadow or the way silk moves in backlight is so fulfilling. It’s less “checklist,” more “collective gasps.” We leaned into the atmosphere here with soft blurs, double exposures, and unpredictable Polaroids. There’s always this moment mid-shoot, mid-chaos, when you look up and realize everyone’s smiling. Not for the camera, but because building something beautiful tog...
There’s a certain kind of chaos I love and it smells like espresso, sounds like scooter horns, and involves at least one wrong turn that will eventually lead to Trevi fountain. Ciao, Rome! It’s a city that doesn’t just sit there looking pretty (though, trust me, it does). It moves, it hums, it gestures wildly with both hands. It’s golden, gritty, and a little disheveled in the best way. And I’ll be back in a few short months (eeeeeek!), camera in hand, carb-ready, and heart wide open. A v...
Let’s talk venues. Not just the “is there enough parking” or “do they allow open flames” kind of venue talk (though yes, we will absolutely ask those questions). I’m talking about the feeling. The one you walked into and immediately started picturing things. The aisle walk. The clinking glasses. The sun hitting your veil just so. Maybe even the after-party. The bones were right. The potential was there. You toured it, took 43 mental notes, brought your mom back to see it “just quickly,” and ...
Somewhere between tying the tie, lacing the shoes, and triple-checking that the vows are folded in his pocket, there’s this quiet shift. It goes from jokes with the guys and adjusting the lapel to that deep breath—the kind where everything suddenly feels real. And in that moment, it’s not about being ready in the traditional sense. It’s about being present. There’s something magnetic about that in-between space. Before the aisle, before the music starts, before he sees the love of his life w...
Maybe it’s the wind catching her dress. The way their hands find each other instinctively. The fact that no one’s looking but everything still feels sacred. This is the part no timeline prepares you for—the after. The calm. The we did it. Weddings have a way of rushing past in blinks. But moments like this? They ground you. They remind you what it’s all really about. Not the perfect table settings or the boutonnière that wouldn’t stay put—but the partnership. The choice. The quiet knowing. ...
