Bar & Tamir get married in flip flops
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Madly In Love
Photo: Ark Visual / Stylist: Bebke Studio
Fifty people, one beach, and absolutely no dress code. Bar and Tamir decided early on that if their wedding could not be done barefoot, it was not their wedding.
We started planning in February, which on this coast means arguing about wind. The first version of the evening had a chuppah at the water line; the second had it forty metres back, behind the dunes, because the forecast told us to grow up. The third — the one that happened — split the difference and worked perfectly.
Dinner was served on low tables in the sand, family style, with everything passed by hand. There were no speeches on a stage because there was no stage. People stood up where they were sitting, said what they wanted to say, and sat back down.
At some point after dessert the couple walked into the sea in their clothes, and roughly thirty guests followed them. That was the end of the formal programme and the beginning of the good part.