In which we meet half of Brooklyn’s impossibly perfect couple

Ugh. You post an item with the headline “Does this impossibly perfect Brooklyn couple actually exist?” and the next thing you know, the bride-to-be emails you. And not only is she statuesque, lithe and obscenely camera-friendly, she’s… nice (a lot more so than some of our commenters, tsk tsk!). Alerted to our story by her friends, Alex—see, I’d have guessed she was Alexis—writes the following:

Thanks for posting on us! A friend linked to it on my Facebook page, and I was seriously delighted. And since you asked, we’re getting married at the Brooklyn Academy of Music, in an 8pm-midnight party. A playwright friend is officiating for us. We’re self-funding the affair, so it’ll be passed hors d’oeurves and a red velvet cake and open bar, but no dinner. Lots of dancing, though. And our place (where the photographs were taken) is in Bed-Stuy, where we’ve been for two years.

Pressed for further details, she reveals that they don’t have a dog, as suspected, but rather two cats (slight let down there). The honeymoon is not a Catskills fixer-upper but in Bali, and they registered for the trip via Honeyfund (which sounds like a non-profit foundation that provides prostitutes to low-income men.) And we’d have thought they registered at the Brooklyn Flea! What’s more:

Alexis is a director and DP, and he shoots a lot of TV, feature and documentary projects. He has a production company called Harmonium Films & Music. I freelance as a video editor and production coordinator.

I would say by far the coolest thing about our wedding is the invitations. Alexis’s sister Megan is co-owner of a letterpress operation in Brooklyn called Brown Parcel Press. She designed and printed the invites (a pic is attached). Our save-the-dates involved punch out, letterpressed 3D glasses. She’s really the coolest. [Wow, take a look; she actually kind of is.]

Again, thanks for your interest in us! It really is immensely flattering.

Too bad it’s not flattering enough to wangle more than a picture of the invitation. But maybe that’s okay. Who could stand the pressure of buying these people a gift?