Tuesday, May 29, 2012

The Goof Ran Away with the Spoon.

At the risk of being the kind of blogger that just posts cutesy semi-viral schmaltz, I feel compelled to share this amazing video of a very creative proposal. Really, really sweet and touching, and the kind of thing that just keeps getting better and goofier as it rambles along until you're all goopy inside. Yeah. Goopy.

But if that's not enough, I did a little Google-Stalking to see if there was more irresistibly odd video from these two. Paydirt.

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Siri Helps a Brother Out.

I try to shy away from the gimmicky stuff, but this brother of the bride kills it in his wedding toast to his youngest sister in a funny, touching, and very unusual way. Enjoy!

Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Breathtaking First Dance Photo - Melanie and Justin Wine Country Wedding

The amazing, amazing, amazing Rhee Bevere (heavily featured on my website) does it again! She's been teasing us with some fantastic photo's of Justin and Melanie's wine country wedding at Simi Winery in Healdsburg - This is my absolute favorite shot. I'm a total sucker for first-dances, so naturally I have a soft spot for first-dance photo's. Pictures like this just don't happen - kudos to super-planner Elisheva Basseri for making the night magical. Can't wait to see/share more soon.

Friday, September 23, 2011

Classic Bollywood Awesomeness Mohammed Raffi - Jaan Pehechaan Ho

This frenetic nugget burned itself into my brain years ago when I was an avid collector/trader of incredibly strange vinyl and then again when it was featured in the film Ghost World.  It's only a slight coincidence that it's on a Heineken commercial and being reposted by me on a Friday at 5pm. But I am thirsty.

Thursday, May 12, 2011

The Time of Their Lives!

joya and emre | wedding music video from David Robin on Vimeo.

You know how everyone wants their videographer to be unobtrusive? How 'bout we do the opposite and make it awesome fun for everyone?

Not only is this video a terrific document of an insanely cool wedding day, by the looks of things, but it's production was part of the entire day's entertainment.  What a great way to surprise and delight guests and get everyone participating!

Videographer David Robin didn't invent the form, but he set the bar impossibly high for followers.

Thursday, April 07, 2011

Life Lessons from a Pizza Nazi

 A man I've never met owns a restaurant I've never been to in a city I haven't visited in 10 years, but I am pretty sure this guy is my hero - or at the very least, he's a source of inspiration.

Brian Spangler in the kitchen at Apizza Scholls
Brian Spangler is the eccentric owner of the tiny, quirky, and wildly popular Portland Oregon mecca for the pizza purist, Apizza Scholls. He makes the dough by hand - literally kneading all the dough for every single pizza with his own fingers everyday.  Naturally, this limits the amount of product he can churn out to his throngs of adoring fans, so the line forms early in anticipation of his 5pm opening time. He closes when he sells out, which is usually around 8:30. Sometimes sooner. There's always still a line.

This is nuts. It's also the only way to get the crust so crazy-good that people are willing to put up with the lines, scarcity and his rules. Serious pizza rules: No take-out, you can chose no more than three toppings, only one topping can be meat. Forget about delivery.  You want the gonzo ultra combo deep-dish? Pizza Hut is right around the corner and open 'till 11.
Pizza Margherita  at Apizza Scholls
While some choose to see this as arbitrary or even passive-aggressive,  I think it's sheer brilliance. It seems that when you make a pizza THAT good, you might not be willing to disrespect it's simple, elegant perfection with too many toppings, and that after that much time, effort and sacrifice you'd rather foster a culture of appreciation than start to make crowd-pleasing compromises that abandon your original vision and source of passion.

He is what he is, does what he does because that's what he loves. He gets away with it is because he's really, really good at it.

So if you are Brian Spangler, you chuckle politely when people call  you "The Pizza Nazi"
you pass up opportunities to expand, you knead dough on days when your forearms ache, but you probably go home every night tired and satisfied.

Yep. He's my hero.

Monday, April 04, 2011

The Great Cake Debate.

If I've heard it once, I've heard a thousand times: The oft-repeated myth that if you cut your cake early, people will think the reception is over and  leave.  Here, once and for all is my simplest response:

The only time people will leave your wedding is because there is no compelling reason for them to stay.  Keep it moving, make it fun,  and only a sad few will ever even look at their watch. I promise.

So, let's heap some loving kindness on the unfortunate few who simply cannot stay, either because of cranky children, cranky spouses or some other cruel twist of fate. If the cake is the magical signal that it's OK to leave, then by all means, give it to them in a timely and carefully-chosen way. It seems so much more compassionate than holding people dessert-hostage.

Cutting the cake early has scores of other benefits, not the least of which is the advantage of getting those traditional cake cutting photos before the bride gets all sweaty on the dance floor. (It's gonna happen) And when done right, the cake-cutting draws guests out of their seats without really asking, so you have the added benefit of friends and family right there with you, making you laugh, egging you on, and making the perfect backdrop for those photos, and then the first dance photos - and it just FEELS better having the people you love up on their feet and sharing the moment. Who in their right mind would leave THAT?

Remember those people that had to leave right after the cake? Well, when the First Dance followed right after the groom's heartfelt thank you, they didn't want to miss it. And the Father Daughter dance was sweet and brief, and flowed so perfectly into the Mother Son song, well... they stayed for that too. Then the DJ played just the right song to open up the dance floor, and a smiling Uncle grabbed them by the hand and pulled them out for a quick spin, and then...somebody paid the babysitter 3 hours overtime.