Stay stupid in love.
Let’s Play a Game
When I say WEDDING DAY, what’s the first thing that blooms in your beautiful brain? C’mon, just belt it out. Don’t overthink it.
*Me: staring into your soul with the yearning of a golden retriever waiting for a thousand tennis balls to be thrown*
There’s no one answer, buuuuut i’m gonna guess you’re looking for a day that’s a wicked good time, a tad bit on on the weird side and incredibly authentic to who you are.
I want your day to reflect the two of you at your deepest truest squishiest cores.
What’s the shape of your soul? Make your day look like THAT and I promise to tell the story perfectly.
Singularly Strange
Natalie’s the name, strange is my game. I regularly dwell on questions that I’ll never answer such as:
What was before the Big Bang? Why is cheese the answer to everything? Why do tree roots eerily look like a nervous system?
But I probably spend most of my time thinking about you. Like, why are people so strange and awesome and gassy? Does anyone else want to squeeze and scrunch and cuddle every dog they see? How does human connection work?
I love humans and connection. It’s different. Every time. No couple has the same love. And I am so dang lucky to be able to witness that. Everyone’s big story (their love and marriage) are tiny little stories that fuel my own big story, and I love that sh*t.
I love your sh*t!
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YOUR Day.
No Friggin Compromise.
We’re going to have so much fun it WILL hurt and there may be puddles of pee and you will feel like your wholest, weirdest, most bona fide self.
This is YOUR par-tay! Pop champagne, shoot Fireball, smoke a J to ya face, or share a slice of ‘za like it was caviar, all are accepted forms of celebration in my books.
While you do you, I’ll focus on laughter and love and the feeeels and what will come out is the purest form of passion and joy + you get some pretty damn decent photos.
I also fully understand that this is the most important day of your lives, so I will be there to protect your vision and fight for your safe space like a fierce honey badger!
Sound like your kind of wedding day?
May I offer you this turnip bouquet?
If you’ve scrolled down this far and you haven’t called the authorities on me, then we should probably just buy some land in the woods and start a commune together, right? Or...yeah, maybe just let things progress naturally.
Too much? I just can’t contain my adoration for all my in-love weirdos! I find so much fulfillment in the wild shapes love takes. Being able to show you your unique connection is my purpose in life (that and serving my dog lords).
Will you be my weirdo?
Me: Staring with unblinking eyes, scary smile and a bouquet of fresh-picked turnips.
All Love & All Farts Are Equal
I am SO fiercely protective of the safe space that I create for you that I will literally set up land mines and boobie traps in a 5 mile perimeter to keep jerks and judgie judgersons and bigots and buttheads from coming near you.
I don’t ever judge on appearance / lifestyle / background / religion / sexuality
/ gender / ethnicity / disability / opinions. EVER.
All weirdos (and even non-weirdos) are welcome AF here. We’re all humans just trying to figure out what the eff to do with our meatsacks and minds and body fluids and souls!