kirsten + wyatt | a manhattan wedding weekend
a classic manhattan wedding weekend, but it lingered like pure nostalgia — like a love letter you never forget, even when the ink starts to fade.
it began slowly, sweetly. morning light poured into their airbnb, where kirsten and wyatt got ready with their family and their dog, ned.
their first look unfolded in front of a sun-drenched brownstone, where the golden light wrapped around them. we wandered the west village, weaving through lower manhattan’s quieter corners — where the city seemed dusted in light. we ate pizza and donuts and tucked away a slice for later, because of course we will need a snack.
up on the rooftop, the sun peaked through the clouds and strangers turned witnesses cheered from neighboring balconies. vows whispered through tears and giggles and a ceremony so intimate it felt like the city went quiet (which it actually did. and then promptly resumed the sirens after they finished). champagne popped. caviar and cigars followed. some speeches, greetings and meetings before all the guests departed.
later, once guests trickled away, kirsten + wyatt snuck a moment — just the two of them (and me and the planners), sharing cold pizza waiting for the elevator, before strolling hand-in-hand to the chelsea living room. martinis clinked and a caviar bar sparkled in the low light.
the night continued at tagliatelle gallery, where they arrived in a vintage checker cab, looking like movie stars.
surrounded by art, friends and family, they shared stories + laughs about the couple. photos from earlier in the day flickered through a projector in the background. the night closed with a mirrored box full of never-ending donuts — the box custom-made to emulate one of the bride’s favorite artists, yayoi kusama.
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the next morning, kirsten + wyatt got ready with their closest friends + family and had an aperol spritz-y morning.
they were a vision of old hollywood with wyatt in a black velvet jacket and kirsten in a glittering dress, sparkling from head to toe.
they had a private first look — a pause before the whirlwind. then, hand in hand, they led their people down the stairs and into the cobblestone streets, where you could feel the centuries of memories embedded in the stone under their feet.
at 632 on hudson, champagne greeted everyone at the door along with the sight of one of the most spectacular and unique venues i’ve ever been in. with a grazing board of nyc bagels and cream cheeses and four floors of stunning rooms to meander through and explore.
their first dance kicked off the live band with passed plates going around followed by countless desserts.
the music softened. the night shifted. and everyone spilled out into the streets, still dancing, on their way to the afterparty.
beneath the city, down in the basement, kirsten + wyatt were behind the bar — shaking cocktails and performing their own concert. it was wild. it was wonderful. it was one hell of a beginning to forever.
the whole weekend was magic, but the kind that feels real and lived-in + the kind that gets looked back on lovingly.
planning & design - @kaynorthrupevents
photography -@mfrank_photography
videography -@movemountainsco
floral - @extrafloral
hair - @glam_gabs
makeup - @yanagorcheva
ceremony music - @joanakaimi
reception band - @jonahsmithofish
reception venue - @632onhudson
catering - @tastings_ny_soflo
10. 04. 24 + 10. 05. 24
