We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
We were married in the Solarium next to the Piano Bar at the Hotel Chelsea. Choosing the Chelsea was an easy decision. It’s iconic, filled with art and history. I grew up on 22nd between 5th and 6th, and remember it in its late 90’s crumbling glory. The Solarium, small and perfect for our 35 guests, has a beautiful skylight running the length of the room. Decorated with plants and greenery, it was perfect as it was, requiring minimal decoration. Our best friend Sammy (Bart’s best friend since birth) who knows us as individuals and as a couple better than anyone else, officiated the ceremony. It felt comfortable, relaxed, and unfussy. Our violinist played as we each walked down the aisle with our parents. The three of us stood in front of an arch I constructed from wooden dowels, tissue paper flowers from Etsy, Velcro, and hot glue. We were flanked by two bunches of my favorite Allium flowers. We each took a long moment to take in the space before our vows. We wanted to be as present as possible. After the ceremony, we had a champagne toast, and Bart’s brothers each said a few words. Our guests stayed for a cocktail hour while we left to do photos in our room. We left the Hotel Chelsea and went to the West Village with our photographers. Standing on a corner next to a tipped-over trash can for 15 minutes, trying to hail a cab, we were met with honks and cheers. It was a quintessential New York moment, a reminder that the city stops for no one. We walked around the West Village, taking photos at all our favorite neighborhood spots. We stopped by Grove Apothecary to see our pharmacists, who have always taken such good care of us. We visited the Jane laundromat, where Bart has made friends with everyone who works there. We were all heartbroken when he got sick, but no one was as crushed as our friends at the laundromat. We dropped in at Casa Magazines, where Bart buys copies of the magazines he’s published in. This community is a part of our everyday lives. They’ve made our New York City feel like a close knit small town. Their kindness and care got us to the other side of a terrifying time, and we wanted to share a piece of the other side with them.
I walked into @donotdisturb.ny with @sammy.klein two weeks after they opened. I told the bartenders that I live nearby and would be their new regular. They welcomed us with open arms as they introduced me to the owner, young star @chefjoshr, manager, bartenders, and servers. I took soph there for dinner the following week and since then, DND has become “our spot.” When the DND team found out about my diagnosis last year, they offered a world’s worth of love and support. It was such a full circle moment to have our family wedding dinner in their garden room. It was the perfect size for our group of 36. This simple act of befriending the team early on, blossomed into them taking care of us on our wedding day. The day before the ceremony, Sophie went to the flower district. She picked out the alliums that flanked us during the ceremony, and she picked out the anemones that she wanted at the dinner. After she hauled everything home, we spent a few hours cutting and arranging all the flowers before dropping them off at DND. After our ceremony, the cocktail hour in the bar area was a perfect transition for our families as Soph and I took photos around the neighborhood. When we arrived and filtered everyone into the garden room, it was put together beautifully. Drinks and food were outrageously good. The speeches our family and friends gave will be with us forever. The evening was just pure intimate love and joy. Swipe to the end to see the room in all its glory! Film photography by @captainbarto & @casimere 💙
I walked into @donotdisturb.ny with @sammy.klein two weeks after they opened. I told the bartenders that I live nearby and would be their new regular. They welcomed us with open arms as they introduced me to the owner, young star @chefjoshr, manager, bartenders, and servers. I took soph there for dinner the following week and since then, DND has become “our spot.” When the DND team found out about my diagnosis last year, they offered a world’s worth of love and support. It was such a full circle moment to have our family wedding dinner in their garden room. It was the perfect size for our group of 36. This simple act of befriending the team early on, blossomed into them taking care of us on our wedding day. The day before the ceremony, Sophie went to the flower district. She picked out the alliums that flanked us during the ceremony, and she picked out the anemones that she wanted at the dinner. After she hauled everything home, we spent a few hours cutting and arranging all the flowers before dropping them off at DND. After our ceremony, the cocktail hour in the bar area was a perfect transition for our families as Soph and I took photos around the neighborhood. When we arrived and filtered everyone into the garden room, it was put together beautifully. Drinks and food were outrageously good. The speeches our family and friends gave will be with us forever. The evening was just pure intimate love and joy. Swipe to the end to see the room in all its glory! Film photography by @captainbarto & @casimere 💙
I walked into @donotdisturb.ny with @sammy.klein two weeks after they opened. I told the bartenders that I live nearby and would be their new regular. They welcomed us with open arms as they introduced me to the owner, young star @chefjoshr, manager, bartenders, and servers. I took soph there for dinner the following week and since then, DND has become “our spot.” When the DND team found out about my diagnosis last year, they offered a world’s worth of love and support. It was such a full circle moment to have our family wedding dinner in their garden room. It was the perfect size for our group of 36. This simple act of befriending the team early on, blossomed into them taking care of us on our wedding day. The day before the ceremony, Sophie went to the flower district. She picked out the alliums that flanked us during the ceremony, and she picked out the anemones that she wanted at the dinner. After she hauled everything home, we spent a few hours cutting and arranging all the flowers before dropping them off at DND. After our ceremony, the cocktail hour in the bar area was a perfect transition for our families as Soph and I took photos around the neighborhood. When we arrived and filtered everyone into the garden room, it was put together beautifully. Drinks and food were outrageously good. The speeches our family and friends gave will be with us forever. The evening was just pure intimate love and joy. Swipe to the end to see the room in all its glory! Film photography by @captainbarto & @casimere 💙
I walked into @donotdisturb.ny with @sammy.klein two weeks after they opened. I told the bartenders that I live nearby and would be their new regular. They welcomed us with open arms as they introduced me to the owner, young star @chefjoshr, manager, bartenders, and servers. I took soph there for dinner the following week and since then, DND has become “our spot.” When the DND team found out about my diagnosis last year, they offered a world’s worth of love and support. It was such a full circle moment to have our family wedding dinner in their garden room. It was the perfect size for our group of 36. This simple act of befriending the team early on, blossomed into them taking care of us on our wedding day. The day before the ceremony, Sophie went to the flower district. She picked out the alliums that flanked us during the ceremony, and she picked out the anemones that she wanted at the dinner. After she hauled everything home, we spent a few hours cutting and arranging all the flowers before dropping them off at DND. After our ceremony, the cocktail hour in the bar area was a perfect transition for our families as Soph and I took photos around the neighborhood. When we arrived and filtered everyone into the garden room, it was put together beautifully. Drinks and food were outrageously good. The speeches our family and friends gave will be with us forever. The evening was just pure intimate love and joy. Swipe to the end to see the room in all its glory! Film photography by @captainbarto & @casimere 💙
I walked into @donotdisturb.ny with @sammy.klein two weeks after they opened. I told the bartenders that I live nearby and would be their new regular. They welcomed us with open arms as they introduced me to the owner, young star @chefjoshr, manager, bartenders, and servers. I took soph there for dinner the following week and since then, DND has become “our spot.” When the DND team found out about my diagnosis last year, they offered a world’s worth of love and support. It was such a full circle moment to have our family wedding dinner in their garden room. It was the perfect size for our group of 36. This simple act of befriending the team early on, blossomed into them taking care of us on our wedding day. The day before the ceremony, Sophie went to the flower district. She picked out the alliums that flanked us during the ceremony, and she picked out the anemones that she wanted at the dinner. After she hauled everything home, we spent a few hours cutting and arranging all the flowers before dropping them off at DND. After our ceremony, the cocktail hour in the bar area was a perfect transition for our families as Soph and I took photos around the neighborhood. When we arrived and filtered everyone into the garden room, it was put together beautifully. Drinks and food were outrageously good. The speeches our family and friends gave will be with us forever. The evening was just pure intimate love and joy. Swipe to the end to see the room in all its glory! Film photography by @captainbarto & @casimere 💙
I walked into @donotdisturb.ny with @sammy.klein two weeks after they opened. I told the bartenders that I live nearby and would be their new regular. They welcomed us with open arms as they introduced me to the owner, young star @chefjoshr, manager, bartenders, and servers. I took soph there for dinner the following week and since then, DND has become “our spot.” When the DND team found out about my diagnosis last year, they offered a world’s worth of love and support. It was such a full circle moment to have our family wedding dinner in their garden room. It was the perfect size for our group of 36. This simple act of befriending the team early on, blossomed into them taking care of us on our wedding day. The day before the ceremony, Sophie went to the flower district. She picked out the alliums that flanked us during the ceremony, and she picked out the anemones that she wanted at the dinner. After she hauled everything home, we spent a few hours cutting and arranging all the flowers before dropping them off at DND. After our ceremony, the cocktail hour in the bar area was a perfect transition for our families as Soph and I took photos around the neighborhood. When we arrived and filtered everyone into the garden room, it was put together beautifully. Drinks and food were outrageously good. The speeches our family and friends gave will be with us forever. The evening was just pure intimate love and joy. Swipe to the end to see the room in all its glory! Film photography by @captainbarto & @casimere 💙
You find yourself when you’re furthest away from who you think you are • @amiri @stylebymiahurley1 @peter_hurley
You find yourself when you’re furthest away from who you think you are • @amiri @stylebymiahurley1 @peter_hurley
You find yourself when you’re furthest away from who you think you are • @amiri @stylebymiahurley1 @peter_hurley
