Nicole had just put on her dress when a bridesmaid gushed, “This is such a magazine wedding! Nicole, you are going to be in a magazine!” Nicole wrinkled her nose, “I don’t want to be in a magazine!” A chorus of women sounded in rebuttal, “Yes, you DO!”
I see both sides. Like it or not, someone somewhere is likely to request a feature of Nicole and Conor’s wedding. When it comes to style, this couple is a hard act to follow and they would look good in a glossy… they look good anywhere. And between the dreamy venues of Grace Church in Georgetown and 101 Constitution with its spectacular rooftop view of Washington, DC…. um, yes, this is the stuff that makes photo editors drool onto their keyboards. So the bridesmaids are right on the money with this one.
But I get Nicole too. Its not that magazines are misleading, its that they are incomplete. Big time. Magazines are there to sell ideas, things, services and more magazines. They have no interest in the things that guests actually remember or the moments that reveal a couple and their families for who they are. Wedding magazine photos are a lot like that sandwich that’s heavy on the bread and skimpy on the meat, they lack real substance.
Take this three question quiz to see what I mean:
Question #1: What did the flowers look like at the last wedding you attended?
Question #2: Did you have a good time at the last wedding you attended?
Question #3: What color were the bridemaids’ dresses at the last wedding you attended?
The answers to #’s 1 and 3 are the same for 99.9% of men: “I don’t know” or “nice” (sometimes with the inflection of a question mark). About 70% of women have specific answers for questions 1 or 3 and that’s often because they bought the dress and carried those damn flowers around all day. But everybody has an answer for #2.
And the answer to #2, for Nicole and Conor’s wedding at least, would have to be a unanimous YES. Beautiful as everything was that day, magazine worthy, unique and dreamy as every detail truly was, you can see where this couples’ priorities were. While they could easily make the cover of a magazine, they didn’t seem too concerned about it.
I was so glad that we had a few minutes after the ceremony to walk around the canal and then to M Street for a few Georgetown-esque portraits. I always forget how much I love my college town until I go home again.
We slid into cocktail hour just in time to snap a few photos before guests hurried up to the rooftop for the reception. The view was stunning, it felt like you could throw a rock at the Capitol and hit it (not that I would, to all you National Security Agents screening blogs). We took way too many pictures with the Capitol. But we weren’t the only ones!
Its really too bad that you can’t photograph how good music is. Or can you….?
What’s up with the white gloves, you ask? Once the clock hit 10 the music went to an exclusively 80’s dance party complete with video projections. The King of Pop was front and center, hence the white gloves, and everybody got in on the action.
To the woman in the yellow dress, please forgive me for posting this here and if you want me to take it down just tell me and I will but I sincerely think this was the most brilliant thing you could have done in this particular moment in time. Absolutely brilliant. You couldn’t have known that Michael was doing the same thing in the projection in the far left corner. I don’t know you but I think I love you.
So here it is, everything a magazine editor would adore and everything they would ignore. As for me, I love it all… every bit of Nicole and Conor’s rock and roll soul. Rock on, rock stars. Here’s a slideshow with some of our favs and if you would like to be notified when all the photos are available for viewing, click here. And hugs to the Cliftons and the Howells, we appreciate your recommendations more than you know… but mostly because we get to see you again!
P.S. – Thank you, Matthew Morrison, you are truly a good guy, see above. As fate would have it, I was in the middle of changing the batteries in my flash head as you walked through the lobby of the Ritz Carlton and offered to pose with the super lovely, rockin’ Nicole. Bless your heart, as we say in the South, for waiting for me to finish, hands shaking, so I could snap a few for her. You disarmed a bride’s nerves and made at least one new fan in those few moments!