April 2013 | Kate Campbell | Yogini | Ocho Rios, Jamaica
Boston, how you won my heart. ♥
I’ve had the fortune of traveling quite a bit this year…but there was just something about this city.
I had the luck of having my best friend/sugar mama/adventure partner, Ange, come along on the trip with me this December. I’m codependent/hate traveling alone/a child, …so Ange knew I would meet my inevitable doom & never see me again if she let me go alone. :)
I was shooting an engagement session there for an amazing couple who were sweet enough to show us around… We got to stay at a fabulous friend’s place, and see the city from a local’s point of view. Best way to do it – like the born and bred – by the end of the trip we were able to properly say, “wicked smaht” and “Bwahstin” like the cool kids. I was so unexpectedly taken by the city and all it’s details and history. You could have mistaken certain areas for any romantic & mysterious European street, I swear. So, naturally, Ange and I decided to go to Harvard (you can’t exactly go to Boston and not do Harvard.). With camera in hand…we played & pretended to be attending our regular classes like any normal girls would. Everyone brings cameras to class right? Totally blended in.
From the incredible cannoli’s we had at the famous Mike’s Pastry, …to the splendor of the Back Bay brownstones, …to the markets filled with people handing you samples(yusss) & fresh-everything, …to the fact it seemed that Christmas had exploded on Boston (with wreaths on every door) …we left a big part of our hearts in New England. (We won’t dive in too deep into the fact that I didn’t know New England REGION till we got there. “No, I SWEAR, New England is a different STATE ANGE…there’s a FOOTBALL team, hello.” Cleared that up real quick. Touche Ange, touche.)
Now this wasn’t exactly a photoshoot, but nevertheless, a few shots of our day at Harvard.
There has been a MAJOR lack of posts recently. Oops. Been dropping the proverbial ball on bloggity front.
I’ve been lucky enough to be doing a lot of traveling for shoots! It’s been a WILD couple of months! I’m so excited to share and unfold all the fun things I’ve been invited to be a part of. Right now I’m sitting in our friend’s lovely Boston brownstone apartment soaking up the crisp December air, the Christmas wreath lined streets, and the way everyone here is so polite and helpful. For a girl who sense of direction is comparable to a gnat, this comes majorly in handy. I totally underestimated the epicness of this city. No wonder people love it here so much…I’m already planning trips back. :) It would be a sin to not eat a Fenway Frank, or run the Boston marathon someday. The best part of our trip so far…was being asked for directions on Newbury street AND KNOWING THE ANSWER. I think it’s love. ♥
Officially missing the sand.
This is, as promised, the second half of the beautiful Jamaica wedding I got to photograph. I followed Mark + Dania around the gorgeous grounds of the Bahia Principe and watched them relish in their first few hours of being married. It was truly an honour and I cherished every moment with these two, their family and their friends.
This photograph means so more than just a picture of pretty rings. Dania and her mom are holding the ring of Dania’s wonderful grandmother, who passed away. She was an important piece of their wedding, from start to finish. This was an emotional part of the day, but you can be sure that everyone felt incredible moved by the relationship between these amazing women.
Cheers to the new Mrs. and Mrs. Gilmore. : )
Where do I begin.
I joined Mark, Dania, their friends and family on a plane headed south. They packed up the shoes, the dress, the tie, the flip flops and jetted off. We shared countless memories…and memories that are unsharable (lol)…and I am so grateful to have been asked to document such an amazing experience and amazing people.
Dania and Mark planned this wedding to mirror who they are. Every last detail had a piece of their personality all over it. The wedding revolved around making sure everyone else was having a fantastic time. Dania had somehow, from a distance, with countries between, planned a wedding that was anything but cookie cutter. She carried ginger flowers and took a swim mid-day. Coolest bride ever? Coolest bride ever. Mark is so attentive to detail, making sure we all had drinks under the hot sun and were ‘still doing okay’. He was also so willing to listen to my nonsense directions time and time again…Patience of Job, I tell ya.
The ceremony took place under a small gazebo that hugged by the ocean. We stood there surrounded by palm trees, fresh salty air, and flowers I can’t name for their exoticism. It was like a postcard.
Seeing Dania walk up the aisle towards her future husband had everyone witnessing the moment choked up (Lord knows I was a babbling brook. Every freakin time.). As her dad gave her away, she reached for Mark’s hand and so started a brand new beginning. Their eyes were locked on each other the entire ceremony and couldn’t have squeezed the other tighter when they were finally declared “Husband and Wife”. Magic moment.
This is Part 1 of 2 of an amazing day. More goodness coming soon.
Mark’s fabulous sister Claire, helped him get ready…
Loris saw his baby girl for the first time that day.
Proudest father on Earth.