Love is complicated.

If I've learned anything from life, it's that love is complicated. And even those relationships that seem flawless from the outside, have in their inner workings a long and private history of mutual sacrifice and understanding and space to be broken. There seems to be in the longest relationship, brief periods of separation and acceptance of some kind of loss of an expectation, a dream, a hope - the release of which may bring the end of the relationship - or the actual beginning of something new and powerful between the two of you. There doesn't seem to be anything in between when it comes to that.

This shoot was a special day. Grey and imperfect in a little abandoned industrial wasteland in the heart of the city. There were remnants of our burgeoning vagrant population left behind - shirts and crinkled soda cans and a single sock - little ghosts. And these two - very young and in love music makers wrestling with that space of being together and fiercely maintaining their separateness within that. 

I made them a crown of local leaves and a little messy bouquet and Everett Fitch, my husband and owner of Big American Story, set to work making these dreamy images like only he can.

Thank you to all three of you for this little bit of vulnerability together in fall city parks and graffitied abandoned lots on a chilly October day.

~ Jenevieve

Circa 1980's theme song for this shoot courtesy of Everett's fine musical tastes - 

This Mortal Coil - Song to the Siren

Long afloat on shipless oceans
I did all my best to smile
'Til your singing eyes and fingers
Drew me loving to your isle
And you sang
Sail to me
Sail to me
Let me enfold you
Here I am
Here I am
Waiting to hold you

Did I dream you dreamed about me?
Were you here when I was forced out
Now my foolish boat is leaning
Broken lovelorn on your rocks
For you sing, "Touch me not, touch me not, come back tomorrow
Oh my heart, Oh my heart shies from the sorrow"

Well I'm as puzzled as the newborn child
I'm as riddled as the tide
Should I stand amid the breakers?
Or should I lie with death, my bride?
Hear me sing, "Swim to me, swim to me, let me enfold you
Here I am, here I am, waiting to hold you"

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Floral ~ Beehive Floral Co
Photos ~ Big American Story
Models ~ Anastasiya + Ben


We specialize in unique and seasonal wedding floral for the wild at heart featuring locally and sustainably sourced floral personally catered to the spirit of you and your partner.

  

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