I literally left that evening saying “Wow” out loud, and still now the best word to describe this wedding is “Wow.” The details were spectacular for starters, and Margaux and Mike are…well, Wow. They make you want to just give them a big hug, and everyone around you for that matter. Real warm and fuzzy-like kind of couple, both beaming in one another’s reflections. Their wedding truly encapsulated timelessness with great taste & tradition. It was a classy affair with vibrant accents over antiqued neutrals. The bride was wearing her grandmother’s 1951 couture gown by Bonwit Teller, Boston 1951. The dress was also previously worn by Margaux’s mother and by her aunt, both married at this same church. The heirloom veil incorporated “something blue” with the couple’s embroidered initials and wedding date, a tradition passed down. The reception was held at Margaux’s childhood home in Fairfield, CT, and guests sipped cocktails as dusk decended over the lawn and flickered through the leaves of trees. At the start of cocktail hour, Margaux slipped into an equally as elegant party dress and fire engine red heels. Under the tent, long farm tables overflowed with candles and flowers, as friends and family rubbed shoulders and enjoyed a beautiful feast. And then the dancing! you guessed it…WOW!