
Paige and Jake married under the live oaks of the Lowcountry — two big Miami families, one electric evening, and love coming at them from every direction.
Paige lives in the world of fashion and Jake behind a film camera, so the whole weekend was photographed the way they see it. They said their vows beneath a canopy of blush and green hydrangea, the aisle ankle-deep in petals, the marsh stretching out wide behind them.
Then they brought Miami home. The reception became a club — draped, glowing, gloriously loud — but the night belonged to everyone in the room: grandparents, little cousins, friends they’d had forever, all of them on the floor at once. In this family the dancing doesn’t stop and the generations don’t separate; you hold on and get lifted up with the rest of them.

















A wedding that looked like family, and felt like Miami.












Every generation, one dance floor.

One Lowcountry evening, two Miami families, and a celebration nobody wanted to end.