Kassie and Rocky.
I think, if you have some sort of “eeeee” phonic at the end of your name, you’re destined to be cool. There’s probably a million examples why this is false, but I’m going to stick to my guns, here.
Fun random fact: Kassie can stand the cold and her bridesmaids can’t. Intrigued? No? Well, forget you then.
Quick run-down. Prep happened @ The Westin Downtown. More information: The bridesmaid on the right looks like she’s saying:
- “Ohhhh SNAP”
- “Ohhhh no you di-innnttttt”
Pretty ducks all in a row 🙂 Wait, I mean, I’m not calling you guys ducks. It’s a saying. You don’t look like ducks.
How cute is this smile? No ugly ducklings here either.
I love this image, but it also reminds me of A Flock of Seagulls. The final product was amazing. Don’t get me wrong. Or do.
There’s just no way that they’re not ripping on Rocky, here. Ruthless. Ruthless ripping.
I call this one “Dueling/Doting Mothers”
I absolutely adore this image. Maybe it’s a little dark but maybe I sort of love it because it’s a little dark.
“NOOOOOO…..DON’T LEAVE ME!!” **Double extra bonus fake internet points if you can name which Rocky this quote is from. Also, spoiler, he didn’t get shot. Rocky is ok. The dude decided not to pull the trigger. The dude is also a photograph. You feeling lucky, punk?
Nothing to see here, just dialing it in.
So, confession. I stole a book. Kassie got Rocky this book, because it relates to his work, and I liked it for a ring photo, so I just took it. I gave it back. I promise.
I’m really proud of how this series of images came out. Not only the moody edit, which I adore, but the fact that they’re candid. Unplanned. And window light.
She didn’t successfully pull her arm off. Don’t worry, guys.
Absolutely gorgeous.
Yeah, what I said.
Right, what they said.
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I think this is the moment where Rocky realizes what he has, and how lucky he is to have it.
The smirk to end all smirks. Smirk-master flex. Also, her smile is magnetic.
Exhibit A: Proper gentlemen’s party. And a bridge.
These two are both so care-free and fluid. We had a great time during their wedding Creative Session. Traipsing downtown, traipsing the Westin. Basic traipsing where traipsing needed traipsed.
Some of the best photobombs are the most obvious ones. Right? Right guys?
As per usual, a stunning display. It’s like every one of our couples has to pass some sort of style test before being granted admittance into our little clan. Ok, we do give them a test. For real. It’s hard.
The finger in the air tells me one of two things. Either she agrees with said statement, or she’s telling her bridesmaid she’s gone too far. It might be both.
Tongues out, guns out. eeerrrr uhhh something?
White-girl posing.
White-guy posing. Quite a juxtaposition, eh?
White-girl dancing.
White-guy dipping.
Rocky. Remember that time that your reception ended, but you didn’t want it to end? Remember that time when they kicked the lights on, and the DJ stopped playing music because you had already partied all of the party, and then you told me to tell the DJ to “play ‘Back Dat Azz Up’ because it’s a really good song”? I definitely remember that. I remember, Rocky.
