High Line Elopement | New Zealand to New York City
Auckland —> NYC
When two people love New York City, nothing stands in the way of getting married here. This couple traveled from New Zealand to elope in NYC, bringing their story full circle after knowing each other since high school and reconnecting years later—he even remembers the exact day and time they found each other again.
He wore formal German military dress from his time in the Army Corps of Engineers—a bold, personal statement that suited him perfectly. She wore a custom gown made in New Zealand in a soft ivory tone. With their children staying with family, they came to New York to celebrate their elopement their way.
Originally planning a courthouse ceremony, a last-minute change led them to a permitted NYC High Line elopement instead—and it couldn’t have worked out more perfectly.
After getting ready near their Chelsea brownstone, we took the elevator up to the High Line and began exploring the park for portraits. As we arrived, a group of students spilled out of school and erupted into applause, cheering them on as they passed. It was one of those unmistakably New York moments that makes candid wedding photography so special.
The entire experience felt effortless, joyful, and full of life—proof that New Yorkers truly love a wedding. This High Line elopement is one I’ll never forget, and I hope the photographs bring you as much joy as it brought me to capture it.
At the stoop.
Hand in hand in Chelsea.
Summer light in the park.
Fresh from a snoozle.
Manhattan does an art elevator right by including a scenic view.
Going up.
Making their exit to loads of applause by passers by.
Beautiful, clapping teens greeted them as they exited the elevator. It was precious.
Everyone was captivated.
The West Side makes a great backdrop for a High Line Elopement. First blush of autumn on the leaves on the rooftops.
Formal military attire from the German Army.
First blush of autumn.
Nose boops and the Empire State Building.
The perfect late summer light.
Waiting for her.
His black jacket was his “officiant robe.”
The audience.
Only the people who really count were there. Plus the public who probably didn’t expect to see a wedding today.
Fait accompli.
A baby grabbing a face is never not the best.
Satin toes.
A beautiful exit flanked by unphased visitors.
All the love.
That’s a wrap!