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Feast your eyes upon Asifa and Nabeel’s collection.
My overall verdict: I thought some pieces were stunning while others were too over the top for my taste.
Images via Ahmed W Khan Photography
Today’s feature includes one of the cutest brides I have seen in a long time! I love, love, love the beginning of the video; it is full of life and bursting with character.
I hope more videographers in Canada start to incorporate the “behind-the-scenes” commotion into highlights. They are my favourite part of weddings.
I am a huge fan of brides (and grooms) showing personality; the bride, and the couple, are absolutely beautiful.
Images and video via Junaid Syed Films and Photography
Have a great weekend everyone!
My sisters did a gorgeous dance at our mehendi and I just have to share it with you guys. A little background information:
*Note: I would suggest that you watch the video at its highest quality. I like the setting at 1080p HD*
To get details on their clothes, click here.
Have a great weekend!
Several of you have asked me to send pictures of my sisters’ outfits from the mehendi. Instead of replying to each one individually, I am sharing pictures on the blog. This post highlights their outfits, hair, makeup and jewellery.
Since my outfit was emerald-green with hints of magenta and navy blue, I wanted my sisters to wear the reverse of me: mainly magenta with accents of emerald-green and navy blue. My purpose in making them wear the reverse of me was so that we all stood out from one another but also looked cohesive.
My sisters and I wanted flowy gowns for their mehendi look so I used chiffon. The fabric was dyed to match the magenta in my outfit and I had “chun” added to their entire outfits. I added one strip of green and one strip of blue banarsi to the bottom of their shirts to tie all the colours together. I totally love chooridar sleeves so I took a risk and used jamawar for their sleeves. To slightly differentiate the sisters looks, I added blue and green stripes to the sides of one of the outfits. The kaam around their neck was also slightly different.
Hair, Makeup and Jewellery
For my sisters’ jewellery, we decided to keep everything mainly gold with a little bit of green for a pop of colour. The green would also stand out better against their magenta shirts. The older sister wore drop earrings and the younger sister wore more traditional, circular earrings.
I love, love, love, messy braids so I knew that I was going to ask them to get that done for the mehendi. Both of them had messy side braids with side bangs. For their makeup, we wanted something modern and funky. That’s literally what we told the makeup artist and she worked her magic!
And lastly, My Parents:
My dad wore a navy blue kurta from with a turquoise dupatta and white shalwar. I can’t remember the name of the store we purchased his kurta from but it was at Kurta Gali on Tariq Road. My brother-in-law also wore the same ensemble.
I made a navy blue gharara for my mom with a magenta shirt. Her shirt was made of raw silk and had gold chun with some gold embroidery on it. The gharara and dupatta were navy blue jamawar (dupatta was chiffon jamawar) with gold detailing. To offset the darkness of the navy blue, we had magenta borders around the dupatta and the gharara.
p.s. Check out their dance on the mehendi!
Finally, it’s time! I am so happy to be able to share these pictures with all of you. It has been hard selecting pictures since there are so many but I finally sat down to do it. Our mehendi was so much fun – I wish I could go back! Without further ado, check out the pictures below that were taken by our photographer, Big Al Studios.
For the decor, I wanted to keep everything simple. I am in love with tents so that is all that I had wanted for the stage.
My outfit was mainly emerald green with accents of magenta and navy blue. My parents and sisters wore the reverse colours of me – mainly magenta or navy blue. Both the males and females on my side wore navy blue – the men were provided with turquoise dupatta’s. Nouman’s family gave beige kurta’s to all the boys and turquoise dupatta’s aswell. Nouman’s male cousins all wore white. Nouman wore a brown kurta with a beige shalwar and dupatta.
Therefore, the decor matched the above colours. The tent was mainly green with panels of navy blue, turquoise and magenta. I did not want an overtly pink look – I preferred to have the blue’s and greens more prominent. The tablecloth and chair covers were gold with turquoise overlays for the tables and navy/royal blue napkins.
Nouman’s family had cute trays and candles that they had decorated with flowers and pearl necklaces. I bought most of my stuff from the dollar store – with the exception of a few pieces from Pakistan. My side had: flower baskets, lanterns, colourful candleholders, a tray with small bowls filled with mehendi, ubtan and toothpicks (from Pakistan), a decorated mehendi plate from Pakistan with 2 paans (leaves) that my mom had attached gota to, velvet paisley and glitter trays, 2 trays of chooriyan covered with velvet fabric, a green coloured platter from Pakistan full of fruits, a basket full of nuts from the Middle East and a tray with Nouman’s flower haar (garland).
As he entered behind the girls, the music cut to Brooklyn Go Hard by Jay-Z ft. Santogold. Nouman donned a “NY” hat at the entrance of the hall and then walked to the stage.
The doors opened to the first beat of Peer Manava (Black and White). As I walked, I was nervous and excited.
I had learned from my baat pakki and kept fruits instead of mithai for our feeding. As a result, even though we had a long lineup of people feeding us, I didn’t feel sick.
Most of the pictures below were taken separately before we saw each other. The photoshoot we had of us during dinner was mainly a couples shoot (duh!). The last two pictures in this section are from out photoshoot together.
Dholki and Dances:
The most enteratining portion of the night – everybody did a fantastic job. We had seven dances in total – each roughly around 4-5 minutes. My sisters dance was 9 minutes long! Dances were done by: My family friends – Shahab Brothers, Family Friend Girls, Family Friend Boys, My Sisters, Nouman’s brother and sister-in-law, Nouman’s cousin and Nouman and the boys. With the exception of the last dance, all of them used a medley of songs – surprisingly, not a single song overlapped!
*All the images used in this post are courtesy of Big Al Studios.*
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This past weekend, Nouman and I went to our final wedding of 2012 – yup, final wedding on the final weekend of 2012. If anyone is keeping count, this was our 12th wedding of the year – most with multiple events. It was Nouman’s friends wedding and we had a great time. This wedding was where we met the subject of today’s feature – an up and coming photographer, Iftekhar Alam aka I Alam Photography.
While the bride and groom were doing their photoshoot, Nouman and I (okay, I dragged him into it) started taking pictures in the lobby too. We were travelling back in time to our wedding day since we were at the same hall as our shaadi. Anyway, Nouman and I were watching the photographer (creepers, yes) and we loved his energy and the style of pictures he was taking. At one point during the night, I was standing next to the photographer while taking pictures of people on stage. As you know, I am pretty outgoing so I struck up a conversation with him. Turns out, he is a very sweet person; I think I saw him smiling the entire time through all three events. He was easy to talk to and sounded genuinely enthusiastic about his work.
On the reception day, we viewed the pictures he took on the wedding day and I LOVED everything. The few teasers I have seen from the reception day seem to be even better.
*All the below images belong to I Alam Photography*
And now, on to my favourite pictures:
If I were a competitor, I’d keep an eye out.
Have a great weekend!
I don’t know about you but I can’t get enough of photographers. There is something about pictures that speaks volumes to me – it’s a glimpse into another persons life from the eyes of someone else.
I recently came across a photographer that made me want to stare at their work – not in a creepy way guys, geez. Nadia D Photography caught my attention because the work is unique and oh-so-captivating. I love everything about these pictures. The darkness, the softness and the perfect lighting – I’m in love!
*All the above images are via Nadia D Photography*
Have a great weekend!
The morning of the wedding felt surreal. Surprisingly, I woke up well-rested (I love my sleep come rain or shine) but with knots in my stomach. It’s one of the most important days of your life and yet your emotions vary by the second. The best way I can explain how I felt is by saying this: I was truly happy and at peace (Alhamdulilah) but I could not stop the internal shaking in my stomach (and no, it wasn’t my gut shaking). I was lying in bed and thinking about my room, my family, my current home and the new life I was going to lead. I could not believe the day was here.
Unlike many brides (and grooms), I slept in that day. I had been awake (and crying) for around 15 minutes by the time my family came inside my room to check on me. My family is big on hugging and kissing so as soon as they saw that I was awake, they all jumped into bed with me. I cried, we laughed and then finally I got out of bed.
It was a very calm and peaceful day. It was Jummah (Friday) so all the men went for namaaz and I showered, prayed Jummah (Friday prayers) followed by Salatul Hajaat. The makeup artist for my family came around 1:30 so all my aunts and sisters started getting their hair/makeup done while I just hung around in a daze. My mom ordered pizza so we all munched on that (I definitely wasn’t a non-eating bride; I had 2 slices but had to stop because I didn’t want to be bloated). My mamoo’s (uncles) had picked up the flowers and dropped off my favours/receiving table things at the venue so I was very relaxed and carefree.
Besides how peaceful everything felt, the one emotion I remember strongly is the amount of crying I did. I cried in bed, I cried in the shower, I cried while praying… I cried all over the place. As my family’s makeup artist was finishing up, I sat on the couch next to my mom and tears started flooding out (again). Neither one of us said anything but she held me in her arms and let me cry. I remember the makeup artist and her mom saying “Awww” but I couldn’t stop. Finally, when my makeup artist (Shirley Wu) buzzed from downstairs, I stopped crying and went to put on my wedding shirt.
Putting on my wedding clothes felt surreal. I remember trembling as I slipped into my shirt – this was really happening. I changed and went back outside to get dolled up! Once I was outside, I had my first small panic attack – my photographer was still not here. As Shirley started doing my hair, I kept thinking that she was so fast and that my photographer had better not miss this. Finally, we placed a call to the photographer who assured us that they were minutes away. Obviously, they know better when to come so that they don’t capture the ugliness pre-makeup. Once my photographer came, they took my getting ready shots (the pictures came out amazing but I can’t share most of them due to my wearing Hijab) and pictures of all my accessories.
While I got my hair/makeup done, I was also on Skype with my khala (aunt) and nani (grandmother). Unfortunately, they couldn’t attend but they were with us the entire day via Skype. My khala is a joker and she kept cracking jokes. Initially, my khala had no idea that Shirley can speak/understand Urdu – she cracked a joke about the makeup and Shirley responded in Urdu. It was pretty funny.
Once my hair and makeup was done, Shirley asked me to put on my Gharara and get my dupatta. She put on my jewellery, did my dupatta setting and I was ready! By the way, when Shirley finished my hair/makeup, I looked in the mirror and couldn’t stop smiling. I looked like a bride!
By the time the short photo session was done, we were running around 15 minutes off schedule and we rushed to get out of the house. My parents, younger sister and I were in one car and my sister and brother-in-law were in a second car. I remember reading lots of dua (prayers) and my mom reading lots of dua’s as we left the home.
When we arrived at the venue, my dad helped me out of the car and we walked inside the hall. As I entered my wedding hall, I was blown away. I fell in love with my venue all over again. I quickly said hi to my videographer and the venue’s coordinator and made my way back into the lobby. At this point, we took some more pictures and then I rushed upstairs to hide in the bridal room.
In the bridal room, I waited – to finally be a Mrs.