A few years ago in the golden vale of Sonoma Valley, two of our dearest friends Ryan and Rachel were married. It was an utterly enchanting small garden wedding—simple and lovely, set in the backyard of the groom’s parents’ house, everything festooned in necklaces of twinkly lights and clusters of fresh pink flowers, and Annie the yellow lab there to greet everyone as they arrived. The weather was perfect, as weather in Sonoma almost always is. The air tasted sweet. The light was ethereal. Rachel was ethereal in her gown.
We filmed the event that night partly as a gift and partly because we just wanted to, but some subtle epiphany happened months later as we sifted through the footage and sniffled over the vows (we were pregnant and hormonal, but sheesh if they weren’t great vows) and nipped and tucked and edited to the honeyed crest of Kevin Sur’s voice and Ryan’s dreamy surf-country guitar. A seed was planted. An idea. We loved capturing Ryan and Rachel’s wedding so much, not simply because we adore them or because everything was eye candy that night. It was the satisfaction of telling a really beautiful, genuine story about two people. An impressionistic rendering of something that would be cherished for a long time to come. You know, we thought, we’d like to do this more. A lot more.
We didn’t have two cameras that night, or the right lens for the shadows of a garden at night. There are some shaky parts. Some graininess. But it’s still one of our favorite things we’ve ever filmed. And one we were so blessed to be a part of.
At any rate, it took us awhile to get our act together, what with a cross-state move, a new baby, a fiercely imaginative seven-year-old and some professional detours. But two years later, The Heart Dept. was born. It’s been a long time coming. We hope you’ll come along for the ride and enjoy it as much as we already do.