There is something this little wedding blogger absolutely can not control. And it has something to do with a Super 8 wedding film. When it is done as spectacularly as Hello Super 8 always does it, I fall head-over-heels, capital IN LOVE with the couple at the center, every.single.time. I don’t know if it’s the romance of the Super 8 or that the coolest couples always seem to love that special camera, but whatever it is, I’m not fighting it. I love them all. Especially these cuties.
Photography by Cronin Hill Photography.
Before we get to the main event, I just had to expand your love for this sweet couple by giving you access to their welcome BBQ and the silent photo booth, both also shot by Hello Super 8. Prepare for the extreme love fest!
My husband and I were married last summer at the Inn at the Round Barn Farm in Waitsfield, Vermont. We wanted to have a farm wedding and drove all across the state in search of the perfect barn. There were so many beautiful ones to choose from. We finally settled on the Round Barn because of the people who work there. The owner, AnneMarie DeFreest, and the innkeeper, Tim Piper, are warm, down-to-earth, and conscientious human beings. They put us immediately at ease. Samantha Buczek, the inn’s wedding coordinator, was wonderful to work with. She always responded to my emails within minutes and had the best recommendations. She put us in touch with Danika Johnson, our florist, and told us where to find the amazing lampshades.
As soon as we chose the Round Barn, the next vendor we hired was Megan Hill of Hello Super 8. Videography is often one of the last things that couples think about when planning their wedding, but I am so glad that we found Megan early enough to catch her while she was still available. Her silent Super 8 films set to music are true works of arts and are the most important artifacts from our wedding weekend. I am still amazed by the moments and the details she managed to capture and and the way she seamlessly edited them together. She filmed my mom and sister and me getting ready, the guests coming off a yellow school bus and picking up their escort cards. She caught footage of the programs set out in one of my mom’s old Longaberger baskets and the garland on the bridge leading to the ceremony site. Her shots of our outdoor ceremony were gorgeous. Two shy ring-bearers walked down our aisle of grass with their mother, a dear friend from high school. The flower girls, children of my husband’s cousins, threw petals from baskets that had once served as table decorations at his parents’ wedding. My family’s German exchange student who has become like a sister to me, escorted my mom. My dad’s friend, who played in a brass quintet with him when I was growing up, played piccolo trumpet and arranged a hymn for trumpet and string quartet as a wedding present. I held a small, white Bible as I walked to the altar, the same one my mom and my mother’s mother carried when they got married. The guests sat on wooden benches and the groom and I stood under a small cedar huppah. We drank from a wine vessel that his parents used on their wedding day and had it displayed on a table with a lace coverlet that belonged to my dad’s mom when she was alive. My sister and his brother were our attendants and seven of our relatives including his 96 year-old great aunt read the Seven Blessings. One of my best friends recited a short passage of scripture from my grandmother’s little Bible. At the end of the ceremony, his aunt and uncle kept us wrapped in a family prayer shawl as our officiant, a cantor from New York, sung lines from the Lord’s Blessing in Hebrew and my uncle read aloud the English translation.
We wanted both the ceremony and the wedding reception to honor our families. At the entrance of the barn, where we ate dinner and danced, we arranged wedding pictures of our parents, grandparents, and other relatives. We even had one of my grandfather’s grandparents on their wedding day in 1899 in Rincon, New Mexico. In the middle of the pictures stood two teddy bears, one painted as a bride, the other as a groom. My grandfather spent a year carving them from solid pieces of wood. Next to the table of photographs were two mannequins that displayed my mom’s wedding dress and the bridesmaid’s dress that my mom’s sister sewed herself for the occasion. (We hung my grandmother’s wedding dress nearby on a wooden beam because the ribcage was too small to fit on any mannequin we had found.) Megan captured all these details on film. I loved seeing the shots of the flower arrangements on the tables. Each one had different flowers to capture the whole spectrum of August colors. The sage green table linens gave us the flexibility to do that. The fabric that our florist hung from the rafters, the tree branches that she tied to the posts, the candles she placed on the windowsills brought great warmth to the space. She has the soul and the eye of an artist. After we cut our Ben and Jerry’s wedding ice-cake our family and friends danced like crazy. The photographs taken by Cronin Hill, a husband and wife team of photographers, were wonderful. We were so impressed by their work that my sister has signed them up for their wedding in Cape May, NJ, in December. They charged us an affordable flat rate to photograph the entire weekend from rehearsal dinner to Sunday brunch and gave us the rights to print the pictures ourselves. We loved Cronin Hill’s work. It was the happiest day of lives and we are so grateful to have Hello Super 8′s tasteful, artistic footage of it to show one day to our children and grandchildren.
Cinematography: Hello Super 8 / Photography: Cronin Hill Photography / Welcome Party: The Barn Door / Wedding Venue: Round Barn / Makeup: Vivian Infantino at Organic Beauty / Dress: Vera Wang / Shoes: Jimmy Choo / Flowers: Danika Johnson at Blomma Flicka Flowers / Officiant: Dan Rous, 212-665-1685 / DJ: DJ Vida of Scratch Weddings / Reception Lamp Shades: Rain Or Shine / After Party: Big Picture Cafe