I’ve known Damien for as long as I can remember, so seeing him get married was pretty surreal. I mean, this is the guy who threw rotten fruit at me in the Krauss Family pool the day my first dog Courtney died, who dumped me into a vat of un-jelled strawberry jello, tinting my chlorinated hair pink the night before Rachel’s 5th birthday party, and attacked me with his feet while I moaned on the couch from overindulging on “Toxic Hell” (Taco Bell) when our parents were out of town. Yet somehow, despite all of that torture, I’m still pretty damn sure he’s already making himself an amazing husband to the lucky and beautiful Michelle, with whom he exchanged touching vows at Point Dume tonight while they wiped each other’s tears and cracked jokes for their guests, as rowdy Malibu locals yelled “Mazel Tov” from the rappelling cliffs nearby.
As with my cousin Adam’s wedding last weekend, I was too wrapped up in stuffing the fabulous food into my giant pregnant face to snap my usual shots of the impeccable details, so this photo of the happy couple convening on the beach post-nuptials will have to do. Suffice it to say the wedding was stunning (Damien’s Mom Barb is a world class wedding planner, having done events everywhere from the Playboy Mansion, to the Jonathan Club at the beach, where she stepped in at the eleventh hour to wrangle all of my manic details and ensure that my own wedding – and psychotic ‘zilla vision – went off without a hitch just days after moving back to LA from Colorado.) Anyway, aside from the create-your-own-adventure Pasta Bar which was to die for, my favorite detail of Damien and Michelle’s Calabasas reception had to be the bridesmaids dresses, which were the 10-Way-Dress (one dress able to be worn 10 different ways like this one from two birds bridesmaid) in the most gorgeous shade of eggplant. It flattered everyone. Michelle’s ivory gown was also stunning – I think she took everyone’s breath away when she descended from the jagged the bluffs in what had to be one of the most dramatic show-stopping bridal entrances I’ve ever seen.
Congratulations guys – here’s to a long and happy marriage!
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