Getting Ready at the Fort Garry Hotel
The Fort Garry Hotel has a way of making everything feel cinematic. Dark wood panelling, velvet curtains, four-poster beds — it is a stage built for mornings like this one. When I arrived, the room was already alive with the kind of noise that only happens on a wedding day: music, laughter, the occasional tear. Stef's dress was hanging in the window, the January light catching every bead on the lace. The newspaper save-the-dates were spread beside her jewellery. I didn't have to say a word — I just started shooting.
The bridesmaids were in matching black pyjamas, mimosas in hand, and the energy in that room was electric. When Stef's mom came in for the first look, it happened quietly — a hug that said everything without saying anything at all. Those are the moments I live for.


