Down Time.

Down Time.

It's not very often that husband and I have a weekend off, but when it happens, we take advantage of it. Most people try to forget about work when they're enjoying time away from the office, but not me. I just don't feel right without my camera - so we bring it out to play with us, too.

And we made a video during our walk, too, because that's becoming more of a thing. 

Daysi + Eury | Wedding

Daysi + Eury | Wedding

When Daysi's best friend, Melissa, told us she was planning to get married at City Hall WITHOUT A PHOTOGRAPHER, my jaw dropped. "But it's only City Hall," was her response when I asked her why. City Hall, St. Patrick's Cathedral, a sky dive free fall...it doesn't matter. It's your wedding day and it should be documented regardless of venue. So I invited myself to Daysi and Eury's City Hall elopement and we had a grand ol' time. And a wet time. Very wet.

She wasn't planning on a bouquet either, so I surprised her with one as a wedding gift.

I'm kinda against brides doing their own makeup for their wedding, so I stepped in here, too.
I do many, many things - makeup being one of my favorites.

Remember when I said I do many, many things earlier? Well, that includes video, too. I do that and I did that for this lovely couple. Much love, lots of happiness and many happy years, Mr. and Mrs. Torres! 

Featured | Pretty Pear Bride!

Featured | Pretty Pear Bride!

Great news, folks! Pretty Pear Bride Magazine published Roz and Alex's love story along with their adorable engagement photos. Do yourself a favor and pick up a copy today! It's a great read, promise.

The Move.

The Move.

The past few weeks have been rough on husband and me. We've done our best to live a very minimalistic lifestyle over the past few years, but despite that, there's just no easy way to go from living in a VERY large 1-bedroom apartment to a studio. Packing up our place was tough, but we did it and in less than a week! We had to sell a LOT of stuff in the process, but again, we did it. And all we broke during the process was a set of Santa bowls.

We made the move to Fishtown last Monday and spent the entire week exploring our new neighborhood. The Bronx will always have a special place in my heart - I grew up there and started my business there - but guys, I don't think I can ever go back. There is SO much to do in our new neighborhood and it's all only steps away from our front door. We wanted to do ALL THE THINGZ this week and had to constantly remind ourselves that we actually live here now - no need to rush anything.

I busted out the big girl camera for a walk last night, but I'm going to save those photos for later. For now, here is our week according to our iPhones.

Child's Play.

Child's Play.

A few weeks ago, we braved a snow storm to have dinner with our friends, Christine and Kevin, at their Brooklyn home. We caught up with each other's lives and shared good conversation over an obscene amount of wine. They won the "Who Has The Most Exciting News Between Us Two Couples" Contest with a little announcement that I eventually had the privilege of bringing to life through video.

Philly Bound!

Philly Bound!

Many of you know that I lived in Philadelphia for seven years before I met my Love Cub. Once Wil and I started dating, I picked up my life, sold my house and headed up the Turnpike to begin my new life in New York City (okay, the Bronx). Sure, the Bronx isn't glamorous, but I grew up here and I expected my family would grow up here, too (or in Brooklyn - it's all NYC to me). So it really took me by surprise when husband asked me this question over New Year's Day brunch.

"Have you ever thought about moving back to Philly?"

After I cleared the piece of egg I had swallowed whole from my throat, I stared at him for a good ten seconds before I answered, "Not really, but I do miss it." The fact is although I grew up in New York City, it never felt like home to me. That's probably because I lived in the Bronx which is about as different from Manhattan as Biloxi. But even so, if I have to be totally honest with myself, I'd have to admit that Philly got me. Yeah, I grew up in the Bronx, but I GREW UP in Philly. In Philadelphia, I bought my first home, landed my first real job, met my first set of adult friends and discovered who I really was as a person. 

Philly is home to me and on April 1, it'll be home to us. 

We were not planning on moving back this soon. Our plan that was sketched out over brunch all those months ago involved us selling our home here, buying a new home in Philadelphia and Wil finding a new job (not necessarily in that order). But things never work out as planned in this family (I'm sure you've realized that's a trend for us) and Wil randomly got an awesome job offer in the City of Brotherly Love that we just couldn't walk away from. So we're not. We've no place to live there and don't even have our apartment on the market yet, but we're moving anyway. Let go and let God, right? Right.

And about the photography business - that's the beauty of this whole thing. Philly is only 100 miles and an 1:17 train ride away (and that's pretty much how long it takes me to get to SoHo from my apartment now because Bronx). Nothing about our business will change. Philly, NYC, OCNY - it's all the same to me and my camera. Plus, our parents are thrilled about having us crash with them for a few weekends over the summer and fall when we come up for work. Love them.

I'll share more details about the move once we get settled in, but for now, I have to put my nose to Craigslist to find the cheapest Fishtown apartment I can find before the end of the month. Wish me luck!

Oh, and Wil resolves to remain a Giants fan. In Philadelphia. We'll see about that... 

Salsa Sundays | 43.

Salsa Sundays | 43.

It's embarrassing to admit this (even though you can figure it out on your own if you look through the archives), but this is the first Salsa Sundays we have posted (of ourselves) since December 2011. In fact, we haven't really gone out dancing at all since then. Something weird has been happening to me every time I try to dance. 

After a song or two, I start to feel super nauseated. After another 3 or 4 songs, I'm ready to lose my lunch. I've never had issues with vertigo or anything, but the more I look into the problem, the more I realize that may be it. I'm going to get it checked out because I really, really miss dancing. Like, really. Also, don't judge my outfit/hair in this video too much. We filmed it last weekend when I still had The Plague.