Wedding season is upon us, and thankfully I have an entire three hundred days left to spend “planning” (or, taking a billion screenshots on Instagram as my rendition of moodboarding).
Going into planning, I knew for certain that I wanted the whole event to be decidedly different. After collecting hundreds of images of inspiration, a consistent palette started to emerge; whimsical, airy neon pastels and muted metallics were coming alive from almost every photo of inspiration. An almost otherworldly, mystical tone naturally paired with this aesthetic, and my theme became crystal clear: 1970s bohemian house party, somewhere just outside of Vegas.
A little too specific? I thought so too at first, but this parameter actually allows me the freedom I’ve been craving to channel an era when eccentricity was not reigned in, but encouraged fiercely, and when abstractism was embraced.
How this will all shake out in real life is to be determined. But my ultimate hope is to create a visceral experience for guests; an atmosphere that immediately tells them who my partner and I are in the most authentic, creative way. My highly sensitive personality would have it no other way!