his profile said “looking for love but making out is cool, too.”

she found Jory in Costa Rica. the surfer with the cafe. living a quiet life, enjoying what was right in front of him. and there they stayed. Under sun and palm. Falling into the slowness together.

and at the center, McKenzie and Beau, pressed sweetly, cheek to cheek beneath twinkle lights and the great trees of her grandmother’s backyard.

a quiet evening with J and M that ended with us completely alone on a beach somewhere along the coast. the crack of those giant dusky summer waves against the shoreline. the seagulls lazily gliding and diving overhead. and that hazy drip of sun that spreads pink and warm across infinity.

I landed in LA that morning. and was with Mckenzie and beau by noon. we chatted for a while in their home about harry potter and how they fell in love. their cat hopped up beside me on the table as McKenzie finished her hair. we parked, walked a couple blocks to an empty beach. just the three of us running around under thick grey marine layer. and then back to the car, a long drive downtown to an iconic bar.

we had the dustiest dreamiest creamiest sugar light that fell in thick drippy puddles. and then just like that, coastal fog crept its way through the valleys, a rare evening treat. a gift. and we screamed and laughed and played and named trees.

dappled light on every surface. the greenest greens and richest ruddy reds. the sunset went on forever and they sipped wine and threw back cookie dough balls and danced until they had to leave.

shooting with the sarah seven team is always a high for me. shot a lot of stuff I loved last year and then sat on it instead of putting it out into the universe. but i'm putting it all out there now. i love (obviously) shooting editorial work, but I'd also love to put a little more of that feel into my weddings. not sure what that looks like yet, but it's june and i'm feeling inspired. 

it was a perfect day. quiet. overlooking the hollywood sign, and griffith. soft grey sky in the morning, mysterious coastal fog sunset in the evening. no bridal party. no traditions they felt they had to adhere to--just vows on a rooftop. brunch in a tent. and then, the beach.

looking at all of the guests below—the quiet glow of the candles and pendant lights. the band was playing “where is my mind” and people were dancing and scream singing along. toasting champagne. and the weather was perfect. in this little alleyway slice of heaven. tucked under palm trees and vine covered walls under the glow of red and purple and blue and yellow stage lights.