MARTYNKA + RICHARD
I used to be the co-editor-in-chief of a magazine called Issue, and I was a fan of Richard’s work. One day I contacted him and asked him to contribute an image for a story we were doing. He submitted an image of a girl squeezing candy out of a tube dripping all over her, and then he shot a fashion story for us. Eventually he asked me to model for him, so my friend and I did a semi-lesbian shoot for Purple magazine — typical Richard Kern stuff.
Then we became good friends, but things were boiling under the surface, so I left my boyfriend. Richard and I lived together for a while before we got married. He was 52 years old, and very resistant. Finally, on my birthday (I was standing in that park between Chrystie and Forsyth), he proposed over the phone. We decided to get married right away, exactly a month later. We didn't want to make a big deal out of it or tell too many people.
It was going to be super low-key but at the same time I still wanted to make it perfect. I wanted something old, something new, something borrowed and something blue. I bought a white early 1900s slip dress from a vintage store, a blue garter from Agent Provocateur, a really cheap underslip from a Jewish store on Orchard and borrowed an amber pendant from my friend Madeline, who was my maid of honor as well as our witness.
Madeline came over and we took a car service down to City Hall along with Richard and Fletcher, Richard’s son. Fletcher was the ring bearer. It was late June and it was a hugely busy day at City Hall. We only had one minute to do our vows, and I was laughing hysterically.
Then we had tea at the Bowery Hotel, and later met a small group of friends at Freemans for dinner. Madeline surprised us with some BabyCakes cupcakes, into which she stuck toothpicks with drawings of our faces that said “Just married.” Fletcher got one with a sword so he wouldn't be jealous. Afterward we walked home through the Lower East Side. It was one of those hot, early summer nights. I think I was the happiest I’d ever been.