Tommy and Liz: one of my best friends marries his best friend at Wave Hill in New York.
I cannot begin to write genuinely about this wedding and this couple. Instead I’m going to cut and paste an email I wrote to them four days after their wedding when Tommy wrote and thanked us again.
Well, if it isn’t Mr and Mrs Lionelli!
Oh man, your wedding was a major highlight… like, of life. There’s nothing like feeling part of your families the second I walk in, and then part of your celebration the whole night long. By the way, it FLEW by, didn’t it? We shot for 9 hours and it felt like 3 hours. That’s a good sign!
Your friends are fucking killer! I loved EVERYONE I wasn’t already friends with. And your families!? HOLY SHIT!!! Your moms? Stop it. Your sisters? No, like STOP IT. Tommy, I made your dad cry when I told him who you are in the world and talked about how gorgeous your mom is. That was a nice moment.
And Liz, your dad was everywhere, right? I mean… it’s stupid to even say because it’s so obvious. You are madly loved.
I actually thought the ceremony in the dark was cool and pretty damn romantic. Like some ancient druid type shit. As you can probably imagine that’s a really tough photography challenge since photography depends on light..of which there was none.
But, I have looked at those photographs and you’re all good. All the key shots are in focus and exposed and we’re good. I feel like if you had planned on being married in the dark a bunch of candles and twinkly lights and shit would have been cool. But, this is monday morning quarterback type stuff. But like you… we talked about the wedding for hours, too…and we mentioned that.
Oh, ya know what really stood out for me? The Wave Hill staff, food, and timing. Basically anything to do with Wave Hill was fucking TOP NOTCH. There was A LOT of people in the room and the steak (which I LITERALLY cleaned the plate of) was warm and delicious and perfectly cooked. My wine class was always full (hard workin’ girl that I am), and the ice cream cake and other chocolates were to die for. I’m so thin.
The shots I have looked at (first sighting, speeches, etc) choked me up pretty good. The way my friend, Tommy, looks at his wife is from a bottomless well of enduring, endless love. You two are gorgeous together, and to know either of you is to absolutely love you.
And ELIZABETH LIONELLI!?!?!? Grrrrrrrrl, you looked FUCKING AMAZING!!! For real, girl. That FUCKINGGGGG dress!?!?! And you worked so damn hard for so many months to be some sort of rail thin type shit, and everything was PERFECT!!! Gorgeous gorgeous GORGEOUS. Like prettier than any bride I’ve ever seen. Like perfect. Fuck ya. I’m proud of you for that one!
I said this to Liz when we were getting ready, which left us in a bawling our eyes out embrace, but you guys deserved that day. It’s true karma at her finest. You are nice to everyone, you’re fair and honest and generous and kind. You make people happy when you’re around, and you are relentless in bringing out the best in all of us. You will not stand for anything but the most genuine, kind, and light versions of ourselves. You deserved all of it: The Wave Hill staff working tirelessly for you, Brita, Lucy, the people who made your dress, and the gagillion hours of friends and family falling all over themselves to make that day what it was. This is karma! I love you both very, very much, and to know you two have found each other, and now lay safe and sound together forever brings me a soothing comfort that brings me to tears.
Your happiness is my happiness. It’s as simple as that.
Thank you. For trusting me. And my assistant, Ben. 😉 We want nothing more than to show you how beautiful you are when you’re madly in love.
I love you very much.