Across The Pond…Rudy And Marta

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We are travelling stateside this afternoon to Orlando, Florida (think of all the sun, sand and sea…sigh). I have the pleasure in introducing photography couple Rudy and Marta. Below are some images from an engagement shoot of Kaelani and Rusty. Behind the lens, they have a fantasic love story, so lather on some suncream and pretend…!

Name: Rudy and Marta
Twitter: @rudyandmarta
Facebook:
http://www.facebook.com/rudyandmarta
Website:
http://www.rudyandmarta.com/

Rudy and Marta first met while working at SeaWorld in Orlando, FL while they were both in school. Rudy knew that Marta was an international student from Poland, but a friendship blossomed into more. Once the summer was over, and school was beginning again, Marta had to leave to Poland and continue her studies. While she was away, they kept in contact through long distance calls and emails. Over the course of the year, they began to know each other more and more. Once Marta had finished school, she came to Orlando, FL for one last summer. At the end of that summer, it was time to say good bye. It was a shame to have such a great relationship and not see it follow through, so Rudy proposed. Quickly, thereafter, they were married. And that, as they say, is that.

After the wedding, Rudy asked Marta what she wants to do with her life. Surely, she couldn’t work at SeaWorld all her life. She told him that she wanted to be a photographer. He knew nothing about photographers, other than the ones that work with National Geographic and the newspapers. Little did he know she wanted to begin her own company.

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After being married a year or so, Marta’s mother began missing her and invited both of them to Poland for a getaway in December. They both went without even thinking twice. Once there, Rudy’s brother-in-law, Maciej, let him use his Nikon DSLR to document everything. Rudy had never held a camera like that before in his life. He’d never taken so many pictures on vacation before. He’d never felt so…in love (aside from being in love with Marta, of course). He began to take more and more pictures and show his in-laws. Soon, they said that he was a very good photographer. Rudy very humbly said it was the camera and that anyone could do what he did with it.
Once they returned to the United States, Rudy went to Best Buy and bought his first DSLR. With little knowledge Marta and Rudy began taking pictures of anything and everything. After awhile, Marta began to tell Rudy what it was that made everything work in a camera. Rudy wanted to know more. He began to spend hours at a time in front of the computer. He learned about composition and exposure, and how to do them correctly.

Out of school, Rudy didn’t know what to do with his life. People were telling him that he and Marta were taking great pictures, so he decided to look into being a photographer. They both saw the joy they could capture together. The little snippets of time that were strung together to tell a story. They saw the joy that it brought other people. People began approaching them to have their pictures taken. Little by little, their portfolio grew. It wasn’t until about 8 months after taking portraits that they decided that this is what they wanted to do together.
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Business background: How long you have been taking photos, been part of the wedding industry and what you offer as a business package?

We’ve been taking portraits for about a year. We’ve recently begun going towards the wedding industry. Our first wedding is on July 2, 2011. As a business, we believe that we can mix and match any of our a’la carte products to give exactly what the bride wants out of our services.

We try to go more towards the photojournalistic approach on things. We don’t go for posed pictures or matching outfits. We like individuality. If you want to wear Converse sneakers to your wedding, more power to you, we’ll be there to capture it.
Favourite place you have had the opportunity to photograph?

Poland, by far. There’s so much serenity there. There’s a lot of potential there for portraits. Anything from industrial, to religious, to nature. Very versatile scenic.
Advice for nervous brides about having their photo taken all day?


Trust your photographer(s). Go live your life. We’ll tell your story for the years to come.
Anything else you would like to add?

We do this for love. Because we love love. We love happiness. We love people.

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A quick Q & A
Favourite Colour:
Marta:
Blue Rudy: Blue
Favourite Film:
Marta:
The Curious Case of Benjamin Button Rudy: Wedding Crashers (No pun intended)
Favourite Song:
Marta:
Robbie Williams…well at least anything written by him. Rudy: I’m on Fire by Bruce Springsteen
Favourite Month:
Marta:
November Rudy: November
Favourite Drink:
Marta: Margarita Rudy: Dewars on the rocks
Favourite Food:
Marta: Anything Momma cooks Rudy: Anything Marta cooks
Favourite Word:
Rudy: feng shui
Favourite Perfume:
Marta:
Contradiction by Calvin Klein Rudy: Aqua di Gio by Giorgio Armani
Favourite Book: Marta and Rudy: Harry Potter 🙂
Favourite Quote from a Film:
Marta:
“You had me at hello.” -Jerry McGuire
Rudy: “It doesn’t matter if the guy is perfect or if the girl is perfect, as long as they’re perfect for each other.” -Good Will Hunting
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Supplier Spotlight…HF Couture

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I think every wedding dress needs a little something extra, whether its a set of pearls or a diamond necklace, accessories can take it to the next level, and the following collections from HF Couture certainly do that. Fabulous cuffs, necklaces, headpieces and so much more from a very talented Yorkshire designer.




Name: Jane Hardman-Ferris
Twitter: @HFCouture
Website: http://www.hfcouture.co.uk/

Biography: Where to start? Hmmm ‘A life well lived’…thus far…. Born in London, brought up in Fulham and surrounded by Bohemian types..well it was
the late 60s/70s – lots of hippies, thesps, Buddhist monks and the odd R1 DJ like Alan ‘Fluff’ Freeman who was a lodger at my friend Fionas Mums house. Life was very conventional on one hand yet quite mad bonkers on another like dinner being delivered by the waiters from Bentleys Oyster Bar (in a taxi) because Mum was out with Aunty Grace (Lady Grace Bentley wife of Derek Bentley the owner) My Nanna and Aunty Grace had wonderful jewellery which is I believe where my love of all things bling started…





Life changed somewhat on our move to Leeds in 1974. We were aliens from another planet up here back then. However the arts were encouraged by my family everything from Ballet to Art Galleries and stately homes were our weekend diets – other kids played out with their mates. Read a very ‘normal’ subject at degree level though as I wanted a very ‘proper’ job…so off I toddled and studied Social Policy (yawn) then ended up working in Admissions for Leeds Met University – made some wonderful friends sadly had to work for some people who would make Peppa Pig look intellectual.





I refused to pay ridiculous money for headdresses when I was getting hitched so I made my own and it dawned I was fairly good. Realised after a major life changing episode* and having married a wonderful man that life most definitely had more to offer so enrolled on a Millinery course and ran away from exceedingly well paid job to relative pauperism 4 years ago. Now? I adore my job we can eat and well and I have created pieces for television and celebrities and hoping to utilise my historical knowledge to break into period pieces for theatre, film and television very soon.


Suppliers
: Everywhere from the UK to the USA to Japan and France and Italy for the
silk I use.

My Favourite Piece:
At the moment it’s the Haskell inspired collection which I have started
with a headdress, cuff and necklace and the Clementine necklace again inspired by Miriam Haskell and named after Clemmie Churchill wife of Sir Winston. My mother worked for Harvey Nicks in London and was the member of staff who looked after her when she shopped at the store.

Inspiration:
I love and have always loved the fashions from the 20th Century
everything from the Art Nouveau movement through to Erte and the designs for Diaghlievs Ballets Russe through the Art Deco Period and Chanel to Diors New Look and the House of Worth, Hardy Amies to Belville Sassoon, to Vivienne Westwood to Galliano. My favourite bridal designers are Elizabeth Emanuel and Terry Fox. I can find inspiration anywhere though in a leaf to a piece of sculpture…

A Quick Q & A

Colour: Purple – sinful but restful and possibly very naughty….




Film: Elizabeth: The Golden Age. Historically bunkum but the costumes are wow





Song: Hazel O Connor ‘Stay Now’





Month: June and I can run away to Scotland!





Drink: Rioja or a really good Cava





Food: Oysters as they are no faffing around with them!





Word: Mellifluous someone I once adored said I had a mellifluous voice….sigh





Perfume: Penhaligons Cornubia





Book: The Golden Age of Couture and another book simply called ‘Tiaras’ all designers porn!






All of Jane’s beautiful pieces can be found on www.hfcouture.co.uk, a wonderful lady and fantastically talented.


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A Whimsical Woodland Wedding

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With the advent of spring just around the corner, I am turning my attention to a spring wedding. With mossy, spring greens and rich woodland browns, little animals, sparkling glass and twinkling lights, its all very ‘a midsummer nights dream’


From the invites and favours to the food and decor, bring out your inner fairy with floaty peach, pinks and lavender coloured fabrics. Sumptuously splendid and one up on the English tea party theme. So do you fancy being Oberon and Titania?



A Very Royal Blue Christmas List

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I know I have featured blue and peacocks before (here and here) but its a specific shade of blue, so completely different and totally relevant.


After tracking down Kate Middleton’s beautiful blue engagement announcement dress I remember how much I adore the colour! I was initially going to have my bridesmaids in a deep, warm blue but they turned it down at our first wedding meeting.


Pictured is THE dress, designed by Issa. It has been out of stock on net a porter since the announcement. So, I thought perhaps Father Christmas could buy me something else? And not the Tesco “Kate” dress nor the replica ring (here and here)…why oh why?! This colour would look wonderful on bridesmaids, with the bride carrying this peacock feather bouquet. Non?

Coming up on my blog, I feature three beautiful brides to be. And as I set out into the wedding business world, I look at some of Yorkshire’s finest wedding suppliers.


PS – I know it isn’t blue, but I also want one for christmas. Forgive me.


Dress, earrings – www.netaporter.com
Rings – www.tiffany.com
Handbag – www.harrods.com

The Finale

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Well. This is it. I couldn’t believe that it went so quickly. I tried to take a few minutes every once in a while to just realise what was going on. Whether it was at the church, in the car, sat at top table or drinking mulled wine I was grateful for every second.


It was the best day of my life. I married the man that dreams are made of (well mine anyway) and I got to spend it with friends and family. It was perfect and I could not have asked for anything more. You can do all the planning in the world, but its the people that make you day extraordinary not the fact you have a candy buffet or a magician. Think about this when planning.


I want to share with you a link to a video that one of Michaels friends did. It was taken on his iphone4 as a little gift to us. You can watch it HERE. Its quite lengthy. You can skip to the 23min mark to watch my first dance.

Im sad its all over, but I still have little things to look forward to, such as getting back all the photos, our gift list goodies arriving and decorating our first proper home in all the photos and treasured memories from that day.

Thank you so much for taking the time to indulge me by reading this, it means a lot. And a thank you to Miss Pickering. Not only was she my florist, she helped in times of nervousness, stressfulness and general wedding guidance and I am gutted I wont be able to see her as much now that the wedding is over.

Enjoy!

Introducing Mr And Mrs…

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We were introduced for the first time as Mr and Mrs (I was still smiling) there were more cheers, camera flashes, more tears (namely by my father) and we were then seated at top table behind the beautiful flowers Miss Pickering had done. We ate, we drank, we enjoyed speeches, I had my photo taken more times than I care to remember but I started to realise that it was all going too quickly.


Before I knew it, it was 17.30 and my wedding breakfast was over, I had a little wobble. All the time planning, the little stresses, the bickering, all the effort was all zooming by. Technically it wasn’t nearly over as we had from 17.30 till carriages at midnight, but it was going too quickly and I didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want to take off my dress, ever, and I wanted little girls to keep calling me a princess in hotel toilets. The way Michael had looked at me all day made my heart skip a beat, my father was crying at any mention of “proud,beautiful, wedding” and in a few hours it was all going to be over. I dwelled for at least 30 minutes…naughty bride.

I was then ushered up to my honeymoon suite where my bridesmaids and I cracked open some more champagne (can I just point out, I was continually drinking but never got drunk – thank you biology). I kicked off my wedding shoes, hoiked my dress over my knees and sat cross-legged on the bed with my four closest girl friends. Any blues I was having had disappeared, we were already reminiscing about the beautiful ceremony and the guests who travelled so far to be there, we laughed, drank, they tried on my veil and I was back in my wedding bubble. We touched up our make-up, spritzed, groomed, brushed and we were good to go. Evening guests would be arriving and the second flood of compliments were about to commence. Crap. That meant it was nearly time for my first “dance”.

Nothing had gone wrong, and nothing did go wrong. But the moment I was dreading was about to appear. I am no elegant swan and Michael is definitely not a lordly lion (Harry Potter quote, enjoy). AND. It was captured on film. Which I will of course share with you.


A Very Vintage Bauble

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I met Joanne from VintageTwee on Twitter (@VintageTwee). She saved my life just before my wedding, providing me with some beautiful shades of ribbon and luggage tags. She was cool, calm, collected and was very helpful. When I saw that she had some VintageTwee baubles I was beside myself.


It arrived in the post literally 20 minutes ago. And here it is! It came in a beautiful pink polka dot box, and snuggled inside was this beauty! Follow this link to win your own bauble.

Please have a look at her website. You will find beautiful hand crafted, vintage inspired table decor for any occasion. I am just sorry I met her after I had already bought all of my decor because I would have loved more VintageTwee at my wedding.


Before The Gin Set In

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We were in the Bentley. We were married and it was all so surreal. We had to take a little tour around Stamford to give the guests and photographer time to reach our venue. I was sat in the car in my wedding dress, next to my husband, driving down roads which I used to walk along when I was younger. I can’t remember what we spoke about in the car but I do remember tuning up to the venue and spotting the champagne, ready and waiting.


Before getting out of the car Michael gave my hand a little squeeze, I think he realised I was starting to get a little flappy and nervous, thinking “here we go again”. I elegantly clambered out of the wedding car, clutching dress and bouquet in one hand I took the aforementioned champagne and savoured every bubble (it was at this point that I remembered I didn’t eat breakfast and it would go straight to my head) I smiled at Michael , took his arm and walked to where we were going to have all our photos done.

Nearly a cold two hours and some mulled wine later it was time to be announced in to the dining room…Everything had gone perfectly so far. Surely something was going to go wrong?

The Moment of Relief

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The moment I heard the opening chords to Jerusalem (greatest hymn ever written by the way) I knew we were now on cruise control. Michael and I walked up to the altar where we kneeled, said the Lord’s Prayer then went into a smaller part of the church to sign the register. The rest of the wedding party followed and Michael and I finally got a chance to talk. I couldn’t really say anything of worth, just that he looked wonderful and that my foot was hurting. I felt so relieved. The serious parts were over and now we could go on to the more social and appealing part of the day.


We then linked arms and started to walk down the aisle as man and wife. I couldn’t stop smiling and I had never seen so many flashing cameras directed my way before. We doubled back up the church for some more photos by the altar. Then it was time. The moment every girl waits for. The church exit as depicted in multiple romantic films. I got little giddy tummy jumps as we approached the ancient archway.

Everyone was lined up in the very small (very slippy) graveyard. Clasping on to Michael for stability, I put an ivory cladded shoe onto the first step and strode into the dimming light, we were bombarded with confetti, met with cheers, whoops and of course sobs. It was perfect. And I was still smiling.


We precariously made our way to the bottom of a few steps then posed for photos with the rest of my entourage. The car pulled up, we had a few more photos then we got in the soft leather seated wedding car as a married couple. As man and wife. The fun was about to begin...

The Arrival of Moi

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Arriving at the church is my most treasured memory of the wedding day. The ceremony it self still is somewhat of a blur up until the signing of the register.
I gracefully got in to the car after having a few photos leaving the house. (It wasn’t graceful, more of a clamber). Dad sat next to me and asked me if I wanted a mint, (I never travel without them) he had hidden a stash in his sporran. The journey we were about to embark upon should have taken 3-4 minutes. On this Saturday, it took 20. A nerve racking 20. We stopped at every light. There was gridlock in town and two ambulances (ambulanci?!) attempted to get through the small cobbled lanes of Stamford. The church was within view and I was now a dramatic 10 minutes late. As we drove around the cobbles near the graveyard outside the church I got another little pang of nerves, hot flash and a tummy jump. I thought it could have resulted in a minor panic attack but then I saw her.
With a backdrop of a grey and miserable Stamford, she stood there in her taupe bridesmaids dress, fur coat and a beautiful bouquet. She had a concerned look on her face till we locked eyes and she smiled. A small crowd had now gathered at the entrance of the church, none of which I knew and it was so nice to see someone so familiar. My best friend of 19 years, my chief bridesmaid Katie. I “gracefully” got out of the car, had some photos with my dad, hugged Katie and made my way into towards the seemingly huge archway of the church.
I was greeted by two of Michael’s ushers who I hadn’t seen in years and the rest of my bridesmaids and flower-girls. My veil was now over my face, I could hear Rachmaninoff,Rhapsody on the Theme of Paganini playing, and the Reverend was ushering me into the church. Deep breath. Quick glance at my Dad (who at this point was crying and continued to do so for the rest of the day) we linked arms and started to walk down the aisle. It was the most amazing and indescribable feeling, I could see Michael standing by the altar, there was a lot of camera flashing by my friends and family, then I was stood there. With a nod from my Daddy. I was nearly a wife. And I could not stop smiling.