On October 21, 2006 my friend Brian married his love Carrie on a day I can only describe as nothing short of spectacular.
After having been present at hundreds of weddings as a photographer, I can say without question that this one is the most cherished for me and the one I had been waiting for with the most anticipation. And to make it even more special, Brian gave me the honor and pleasure of being one of his groomsmen.
It was a beautiful fall afternoon in Chicago, leaves were falling and the weather cooperated only in a way that Brian and Carrie could have orchestrated themselves. Their ceremony was held at Notre Dame de Chicago’s Parish in the heart of Little Italy and the reception was held at the magnificent LaStrada’s Top of the Plaza. Before the reception, the bridal party was treated to a ride up to the north side of Chicago to participate in a photo shoot inside Wrigley Field (truly magical).
Leaving my cameras at home was a strange feeling at first but I did manage to take a few shots with the point-and-shoot camera I brought along (you didn’t think I was actually going to be totally empty handed did you?).
Carrie and Brian’s program for their wedding
was a replica of a 1961 Chicago Cubs program.
A few fellow groomsmen listening to Brian hold court on the steps of his building.
It was at this point when I overheard someone say
“You’re not Mr. Purple, somebody from another
job’s Mr. Purple. You’re Mr. Pink.”
Sharing a few moments before the march down the aisle.
As Carrie arrives at the Church, one can only wonder “how did Brian get so lucky?”
La Familia.
One of the highlights of the weekend for me was finally getting to meet this girl.
(Taking a picture of the Cubs logo on the side of Wrigley field before we go in).
Brian showing the ladies of the bridal party to their seats in the Cub’s dugout .
Brian and Carrie being photographed against the ivy outfield wall of the Friendly Confines.
The more photogenic half of the bridal party striking a pose.
Brian and Carrie standing on the on-deck circle.
The amazing view from the reception at La Strada.
A self portrait I shared with my son Oliver.
