venue: Bear Mountain Inn, South Waterford, Maine
florist: Judy Bourgeois, Flora Fauna
whoopie pies: Two Fat Cats, Portland
dj: Robert Guay, friend of the couple
hair: Running with Scissors, Brighton, Maine
tent: One Stop Party Shoppe, South Portland
invitations: Checkerboard at The Paper Store
Kersten and Chuck are the sort of couple that make you feel happy just being around them. They're real, down-to-earth kind and ridiculously talented folk. Tho they found me online, we realized I had photographed Kersten's cousin's wedding a few years ago (so good to see you, Jess and Dave! Congrats on the bun in the oven!!). We initially spoke on the phone last January, a phone call I don't think I'll ever forget... it was just days after Will was born and I'm not sure I made one coherent sentence during our speakerphone chat, propped up in bed jotting notes on the back of a nursing how-to handout (tmi? ha!). A few months later, they visited the studio and I learned Kersten and I are both members of the two-wedding dress club.
They live in Boston, but Kersten is from Maine and they wanted a barn wedding not too far for guests to travel to. They stumbled upon the Bear Mountain Inn, a renovated barn and a quick jaunt from Portland, that suited their needs for a single location soiree. Perfect! Everyone was disappointed, of course, when rains caused their outside ceremony to be moved under their tent, but goodness, the spirit of the day was certainly not dampened. The highlight was their performance of Edward Sharpe and The Magnetic Zeros "Home" (with the bridal party whistling) and the near-deafening dance party their friend Robert treated us to (his old school fog machine was even cool).
How they met, in their own words:
It was a chilly night in September of 2002. We were at a classy upscale bar downtown - I believe it's known as the "Cask and Flagon." The night was coming to a close and the dance floor was calling. In between twirls Kersten noticed a man - the first man to come into view, really - and knew that he must be hers. It was, after all, her birthday. The rest is, as we say, history.