This shoot was inspired by the coastline.

The simple, effortless style of the gown embodied the movement of the waves and dunes, and the color of the sand.

The organic tablescape pulled tones from the tangled driftwood, polished seashell and every nuance of the blue-green water.

And at golden hour, the sun cast a brassy hue on the landscape, bringing it all together.

Photographed by Chris Isham. See below for full vendor list and original inspiration poem.

Photography: Chris Isham Film processing: Richard Photo Lab Floral, concept & styling: ModFete Cake: Tessa Pinner Calligraphy & Stationery: Plume Calligraphy Dress: Carol Hannah Bridal Hand-dyed paper: Tara Spencer Ribbon & Table runner: Silk & Willow Ring: Claire Pettibone for Trumpet & Horn Ring box: The Mrs. Box Flatware & Furniture: A Darling Day Rentals Place settings: Anthropologie Model: Jillian Lee via Directions USA Hair & Makeup: Mikel Rumsey


Lucy Maud Montgomery


        I smile o'er the wrinkled blue­

Lo! the sea is fair,

Smooth as the flow of a maiden's hair;

And the welkin's light shines through

Into mid-sea caverns of beryl hue,

the little waves laugh and the mermaids sing,

And the sea is a beautiful, sinuous thing!


I scowl in sullen guise­

The sea grows dark and dun,

The swift clouds hide the sun

But not the bale-light in my eyes,

And the frightened wind as it flies

Ruffles the billows with stormy wing,

And the sea is a terrible, treacherous thing!


        When moonlight glimmers dim

I pass in the path of the mist,

Like a pale spirit by spirits kissed.

At dawn I chant my own weird hymn,

And I dabble my hair in the sunset's rim,

And I call to the dwellers along the shore

With a voice of gramarye evermore.


And if one for love of me

Gives to my call an ear,

I will woo him and hold him dear,

And teach him the way of the sea,

And my glamor shall ever over him be;

Though he wander afar in the cities of men

He will come at last to my arms again.