Nicole + Anders
We first met at a mutual friends 1920's themed party. The friend who was hosting had previously set me up with a real sociopath, so straight away when I walked in and heard "Nicole! I want you to meet... "I instantly turned away. The first words Anders recalls me saying (as I barely laid eyes on him) were "Oh noooooo, no." Given the theme, he was wearing a hat and a puffy shirt/vest combo four hundred sizes too big. I did, however, find him mildly charming. A few days later when he asked me out, I was so shocked that he had actually called instead of texting that I hung up on him. When I met him at a bar I did a double take because he couldn't have looked farther from the 1920's version of himself.
The date almost ended abruptly when I started pawing at him with whiskey spirit fingers and felt the outline of a condom in his shirt pocket. I recoiled in shock, declaring "I'm a lady!" That night he walked me home, not sure if he had blown it or not. On our second date as we sat down I mentioned it was rather warm in the restaurant. As I unzipped my coat I revealed a necklace I had crafted entirely out of rainbow colored condoms. From that point forward it was GAME ON.
On our fifth-ish date we made wishes with pennies in the Gowanus canal. He invented a generic wish — but then, two years later, on one knee by the Hudson River, he revealed his true wish from that night. To marry me someday. I had also secretly made the same wish, and was grateful we had both held the crazy in and hadn't revealed it so early on.
Our wedding was a combo of DIY madness and a true collaboration with the most beautiful, creative friends who contributed invitation design, to the flowers, cake, music, and photo booth many generously contributed their talents.
We got married at Brooklyn Winery and decided to play up the wine theme, requesting our guests dress in wine tones. The entire place was a boozy rainbow- from pale chardonnay yellow to deep merlot and everything in between. Anders wore a Rosè colored suit and I wore a hand-dyed silk crown comprised of varying wine toned flowers. My two maids of honor (sister and best friend) wore mismatched dresses in burgundy and rosè. Even the groomsmen represented the theme down to their toes, wearing socks I had tie-dyed to appear wine stained with yellow, pink, and deep purple.
The morning of I ate avocado and chia toast, a smoothie, and multiple bananas. I hadn't slept the night before due to some unforeseen hotel dramas, so that morning I lounged dramatically in a giant caftan wearing a frozen eye mask, going radio silent as the mix-ups were handled by my protectors. Thirty minutes before the " crew" (hair, makeup, photo, video, parents, in-laws) were set to arrive to start the madness we decided to switch hotels. After a frantic start to the day, the weather changed from stormy to calm and things started to feel really mellow.
For our ceremony, my husband's band, the aptly named Chardonnay Sunset Singers performed acoustic rock steady covers of reggae songs as we walked down the aisle. We stood atop a Moroccan wedding blanket, underneath which were blessings/words of love we had requested our guests write out beforehand. During the ceremony we had their messages beneath our feet, and felt the communal spirit of love uniting us all. His aunt, a minister, led the ceremony where she invited the guests to take part in a vow. Hearing everyone's voices fill the room in response was so powerful. A close friend spoke, sharing the "penny story". We had given each guest a penny of their own to make a wish in a birdbath during the reception.
After the toasts and family style dinner people danced and mingled, smooshed together, dripping with equal parts sweat and chardonnay on the dance floor space. It felt like a really fun throwback type of house party (and while the cops didn't show up, there were a few crashers who stumbled in off the street).
Pics by Gary Ashley of the Wedding Artists Collective