Third Annual!

A little behind here..but I wanted to post about our Third Annual Polaroid Corner at the Cobble Hill Kids Parade.

So much fun. You cannot believe how many people pour out of their apartments on to the streets that night. Is it possible we actually all fit back into the houses when its over? 

We actually saw some familiar faces this year in our photo booth. And the costumes are quite spectacular. We didnt shoot digital images this year though..only Polaroids. Quite honestly, there's only so much time one can and should spend in a lifetime doing postwork...so we opted for Polaroids only...anyway, who really wants to WAIT for their picture??

Here was a test shot of Andrew with his Russian sauna hat on...that counts as a costume right?

more pics from the Halloween Polaroid Corner here

comin down the pipes

i almost feel as if i should have a GPS following my dress along its path of life.  

or maybe i should put one of those ASPCA implants into it, (i feel cold hearted calling it, 'it'! should i call it 'her'??)in case anyone harms her, mistreats her, or loses her, she will be tagged with a phone number and safely returned home

today (or oct 16th rather) i picked up my dress!

only to then take it straight to the seamstress, so really, i picked up my dress... for about 30 minutes.

it is quite funny though...i went to pick it up like i was getting my drycleaning.

and then i walk out on the street to get a cab, with this huge bag that screams,

"I'm most certainly NOT drycleaning. I'm a really big bag! I'm not a body. And i'm not a christmas tree...I'm a wedding dress! Hello!"

I was glad my seamstress could fit me in right away though because I really didnt feel like a. taking a cab home to brooklyn from the upper east side, or b.  like bringing the big bag on the subway! it just seemed lonely to me..to take it on the subway. Shouldnt there be some parade following her down the street, with cymbals and trumpets and bodyguards?

Ok, anyway, (i'm exaggerating the bigness of it btw to freak andrew out in case he ever reads this blog..)

Anyway, no big deal. Picked up the dress. Dropped it off. End of story.