We Did It First
The New York Times is reporting on the new trend of trashing the wedding dress after a wedding.
Forget throwing your wedding dress into a plastic bag and storing it in the attic. Enter the Trash the Dress photo session, in which the bride, post-wedding, jumps back into her gown and puts it through its paces — swimming in it, wearing it on horseback, even burning it — all while her photographer clicks away.
Brides have long had an admittedly complicated relationship with their wedding gowns, which they struggle to find, spend a small fortune on, and sweat over making fit properly — all for a fabric confection that is typically worn once.
I just want to say that we were so there, in 2004, bitches.
Photos by our amazing wedding photographer, Kristin Cioffi Duarte.
(The dress and the suit, by the way, dry-cleaned just fine.)
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Hells yeah! After executing a wedding that had been planned with infinite precision for two years, boy did it feel good to (relatively) spontaneously jump in that lake.
Those photos look awesome! I don’t think it would have worked nearly as well in the extra-organic ponds of Roger Williams Park (where we had our photos).
…or were your photos also at RWP? If so I just want to know who your dry-cleaners are. :)
You two are just so great! I especially love the photo third in from the right…
Too cute!
I did the right thing and followed the link from Rachel’s blog. Wish I’d thought of something like that when I got married back in 1979.
So where are the photos of YOU leaping off the rocks?
That second photo of Rachel is the one that associated with her when I first started reading her blog. I didn’t know what the hell she looked like, but I knew she jumped in the lake in her wedding dress.
I did not jump in the lake. I wimped out completely, with some kind of idea of not getting my tie wet? Or something? I don’t know exactly what I was thinking. I ended up sort of gingerly wading into the lake. Aw yeah.
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