Photo: Reid Rolls1/30This dress is from Reformation. I knew that I wanted to wear red and I wanted long sleeves, and this was absolutely perfect. Paired with Gucci slippers, because why not?
Photo: Reid Rolls2/30Waiting for the rehearsal to begin. Chris is wearing a custom three-piece suit from Michael Andrews Bespoke in New York City.
Photo: Reid Rolls3/30One of the best parts of our wedding was our bishop from Armenia. He was so warm and lighthearted, which kept us smiling the entire time.
Photo: Reid Rolls4/30One of the buildings at the Ferme Saint Siméon. The hotel is famous for being a place of inspiration for the great Impressionist painters. Monet actually included one part of Ferme Saint Simeon in his circa 1867 painting The Cart.
Photo: Reid Rolls5/30My Monique Lhuillier dress, hanging in my parents’ suite window, on the morning of our wedding.
Photo: Reid Rolls6/30On the bottom of the shoe, it is an Armenian tradition to write the names of single women close to the bride, in hopes that they too will soon marry.
Photo: Reid Rolls7/30Me pinning a boutonniere on my wonderful father, Philip, getting ready for the big moment.
Photo: Reid Rolls8/30My mother, Silva, helping me sort out the train on my dress. The time we had together that morning before the wedding was so special.
Photo: Reid Rolls9/30Three of Chris’s closest friends. From left: Greg, Sean, and Andrew.
Photo: Reid Rolls10/30My mother helping with the finishing touches. She wore a dress from Hervé Léger.
Photo: Reid Rolls11/30My grandmother, Hasmik, the matriarch of our family. Her dress is by St. John.
Photo: Reid Rolls12/30The guys got a hold of some wine before they walked down to the church.
Photo: Reid Rolls13/30We had a little rain in the morning, but once it cleared up, it became the most beautiful day. The grounds of Ferme Saint Siméon are absolutely stunning.
Photo: Reid Rolls14/30My cousin and maid of honor, Arin. This was in the local taxi that we took down from the hotel to the church. Her dress is Halston Heritage.
Photo: Reid Rolls15/30Chris, watching and waiting for his bride. Believe it or not, neither of us felt nervous that day. It just felt like we were doing what we were meant to be doing, in an amazing and special place.
Photo: Reid Rolls16/30Walking down the aisle with my father. The church was actually open to the public during our ceremony, because it’s the main tourist attraction in town. So you’ll see behind me that we had an audience of strangers from all over the world, which was really fun.
Photo: Reid Rolls17/30Standing at the altar. The church was built in the 15th century and is the largest wooden church in France.
Photo: Reid Rolls18/30These cross “crowns” symbolize the anointment of the bride and groom as king and queen of their own household. During the crowning, the bride and groom face each other. The best man stands between them and holds a cross over their heads.
Photo: Reid Rolls19/30This was such an amazing moment during the blessing of the crowns. Even though we were in front of a church full of people, it really felt like it was just the two of us.
Photo: Reid Rolls20/30This is one of our favorite photos. It really captures the feeling of the ceremony, which was simultaneously intimate and grand.
Photo: Reid Rolls21/30More of our bishop making us laugh during the ceremony, most of which was conducted in Armenian, unless he was making Chris make very clear promises in English. We had so much fun.
Photo: Reid Rolls22/30Walking down the aisle as husband and wife. By the time the ceremony finished, the sun was shining bright through the windows.
Photo: Reid Rolls23/30Another amazing shot of the church. If you look to the ceiling, you’ll notice that it was built to resemble the hull of a boat, reflective of the fact that Honfleur is truly a harbor town.
Photo: Reid Rolls24/30Probably the best shot we got. Chris is wearing a custom midnight blue tuxedo from Michael Andrews Bespoke in New York City.
Photo: Reid Rolls25/30Here you’ll see the old pier of Honfleur behind us, which is the center of the town.
Photo: Reid Rolls26/30The sun is shining and we’re married. I love how Reid caught my veil blowing in the breeze.
Photo: Reid Rolls27/30Our first dance in the dining room at Ferme Saint Siméon.
Photo: Reid Rolls28/30Traditional Armenian dancers, performing during dinner.
Photo: Reid Rolls29/30Cutting the cake, which was fully blowing fire from sparklers just a few seconds earlier. Apparently that’s a custom in France.
Photo: Reid Rolls30/30We opted not to smash food into each other’s faces, because we do it so much at home.
