New York Weddings
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At my final dress-fitting, I felt too exposed on top for the church. That was my one Bridezilla moment: I nearly bought a new dress with three weeks to go. But they added that bit of doily-lace on top and it was enough.
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Photographs by Daphne Borowski
The reception started to go overboard, so I thought marrying in this Lower East Side church, instead of on the venue’s rooftop, would bring things down a notch.
Flowers took up the bulk of our budget; at the mock-up two weeks before, I felt nervous about having so much orange, but it turned out nicely.
Not everyone was RSVPing. In Haitian culture, people are like, “Just assume I’m going!” Or, I’d get an RSVP that would read, ‘“Me and my friend.” No names! I had to call people on the phone in order to finalize the guest list and the seating chart. Before that, I had entertained the idea of having a miscellaneous table for all the people who just showed up.
I had eleven bridesmaids. James wanted groomsmen, but a total of twenty-two? That would’ve been overkill. So he didn’t have any. I chose a two-piece outfit in chocolate brown for the girls. They weren’t very happy with the color, but I pushed for it.
We hired a Haitian D.J., this guy who is an NYPD cop by day. He played a mix of pop, hip-hop, reggae, jazz, and Haitian music.