Words + Pictures by Angela Cappetta
Laura and Pete met on a trans continental flight from Burbank to New York. He was instantly smitten. In true jet setting fashion, on their wedding day, they landed at Gary’s Loft for a cosmopolitan fete next to the Empire State Building.
Their entire wedding had a global vision, from the Geisha pouring sake, to the champagne set up in a vintage claw foot bathtub, to midnight pizzas delivered from Otto, their favorite restaurant, to the fresh herb favors in clay pots, this wedding sported an international flair as effortlessly cool as the bride + groom.
During the entire wedding Pete’s Grandma Rose stood watch. She owned a bridal shop for 30 years, her husband, a miliner’s supply, both in the garment district, the latter is from where fabric for Laura’s veil came–the last bolt in the shop before it closed. Grandma Rose took it upon herself to oversee the dress’ intricate fittings to hug Laura’s gazelle-like frame. At the wedding, Grandma Rose beamed at Laura, a vision in her charmeuse gown, and wisely nodded “my seamstress did a nice job.”
Makeup By: Tiffany Bartok