See Just How Erica's Wedding Went Down
Major 2013 milestones? A big one for me was getting married to the straight-up wonderful dude who would probably rather not be pictured here. It was a low-key affair—is it weird to use the word affair when talking about weddings?—at Manhattan’s City Hall (technically the City Clerk’s Office, but you know) with just our fams…and some goodness from a few up-and-coming designers, obvi. Here’s how we made it official. —erica
The amazing Kaelen made my dress! It’s WHITE LEATHER. (Thought that warranted use of the caps lock key.) It’s the same cut as this one from her fall 2013 collection, and it fits like a GD glove. (The shoes are coming later—don’t worry.)
Custom suit, what, what. The savvy crew at Brooklyn Tailors whipped this sucker up for Thomas—it’s charcoal and super-timeless and has bells and whistles like hand pick-stitching that suit freaks die over. That *adorable* polka-dot bow tie? His grandfather’s.
Our rings were masterminded by the lovely Blanca Monros Gomez.They’re rose gold, a metal that—as the designer taught me back when—looks good with pretty much any skin tone. My engagement ring has black diamonds (cause I like ‘em), and my wedding band has sapphires (cause they’re Thomas’s birthstone).
Ok, so the accessories: I wore a Lulu Frost bracelet (something borrowed!) that felt appropriately retro-cool for the venue and Alexandre Birman shoes (something very blue!) along with Thomas’s great-grandmother’s wedding ring and earrings that were my grandma’s (somethings old). And I carried a blush Clare Vivier fold-over clutch that’s been my go-to for weddings, mine or not—so, something new-ish?
After we got our paws on that marriage certificate (and had our pictures taken by our Ann Street Studio pals), we walked over to the awesome, festive Blaue Gans for lunch—Claire sent flowers by Taylor Patterson of Fox Fodder Farm for the tables!—and then booked ourselves a sweet room at the Bowery Hotel for the night.
Next up: a big ol’ party at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago to celebrate. The unreasonably talented Lisa Hedge of Venamour made our invites. I sweat them so much that I wanna get one framed.