The scene: A blizzardy winter night an hour north of Los Angeles, in an abandoned industrial complex that the owner has converted into a multipurpose art factory, gallery, and museum.
The theme: The bride and groom (a creative social good entrepreneur and a master pilot) collaborated with the artist-venue-owner to fill the space with mismatched antiques and oddities, greenery, candles, and twinkling lights. They called the theme "Great Gatsby meets Mad Max" which equated to a glamorous steampunk vibe with a holiday glow.
Because of the remote location, inclement weather, and impending holiday, we planned to stay all night long at the wedding, from cocktail hour, to dinner, to the uproarious dance party that went until way past midnight. The host of the party, the artist who owns the space, insisted on plying us with our own bottle of Jack Daniel's Honey Whiskey all night.
By the end of the night, we were pretty much best friends with all of the guests. Some people particularly enjoyed trying on Peter's goggles while he wrote, others preferred to try their hand at writing their own poems.
This is honestly the best haiku anyone has ever written for us. So intense. But one of the best moments was sitting with the bride to write for her, of course.
It was one of our favorite weddings of all time. Definitely our best New Year's Eve ever.
By the way, all the good photos in this post (1, 4, and these last two) were taken by Derek Bauer. Living proof that professional photographers are worth their weight in gold, if we don't say so ourselves. Much love.