Okay. Another wedding to be in love about.
This one was just gut-wrenchingly beautiful.
Anita is a petite powerhouse. She sits calmly in her fire-red wedding dress, amusedly watching her partner-in-life through the upstairs window as he bribes her bubbling bridesmaids for entry into his own house. When he finally makes it up to their bedroom, she throws him a kiss and a silk-clad baby (one of the many throughout the bustling house) and they seamlessly begin preparations for their tea ceremony. I adore this exchange: daughter and son, kneeling in service to their elders, mother and father granting blessings and money in return–such a pure and simple ritual: drink tea, speak love and send your children into this next stage of life with a little cash in their pockets and a lucky charm. A fleeting moment humble in setting and content—a precious pause before the flurry of the day continues.
Anita slides into her fantastic rose-necked gown. Alex fixes the length of his tie. And the convoy heads west to St. Michael’s Cathedral–a place of such splendour, it would be wisest to forfeit description here and leave it up to the images.
I love these scenes of the tiny couple within that enormous epic interior.
After a playful walk through the myriad possibilities of the Toronto Brickworks we land in the dreamy late afternoon glow of the Enoch Turner Schoolhouse—the party site. Again, a photographer’s heaven: tall windows of diffuse light, creamy walls, pale flowers in long rows, white linen and polished wood.
The circular head table was an insightful touch—as were the slates for table numbers, the library tags and the typewriter font on everything.
It was a ravishing room for a classy couple.
Classy, that is, until they decide to let it all hang out–which, for me, is classy too.
It turns out that Anita can lick her own elbow as well as put together an amazing wedding day. I also found out that Alexie can really stir it up on the dancefloor with his multi-talented wife in tow. I love it when the day dissolves in dancing–it’s the perfect resolve to a truly poetic day.
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