Alison Roman and Max Cantor’s Wedding Was a Love Letter to New … – Vogue

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Then, it was off to Chef Gabrielle Hamilton’s Prune for dinner. Alison admits she emailed Gabrielle to see if Prune was available even before Max proposed. “It was the first step in everything—and to me, the most important step. It’s my favorite restaurant of all time, Gabrielle is my favorite chef, my favorite cook, my favorite writer,” she says. “When I think of Gabrielle herself cooking for us on our wedding weekend, I almost start to cry because I can’t believe how lucky I am.”

On Saturday, September 9, the two exchanged vows at the famed Keen’s Steakhouse in Midtown Manhattan, another one of Alison’s favorite restaurants. Originally, Alison thought she wanted to have a slinky, Carolyn Bessette–style dress. But, after a few fittings at Shareen Bridal, she went with a gown with a fitted corset top and flared, mermaid-style bottom, which she paired with a long, dramatic veil. “I ended up with a dress way more bride-bride than I thought I’d be into, but reader: I loved bride-bride,” she says. Vogue photographer Hunter Abrams, a friend, connected her with Briony Raymond, who lent Alison classic diamond jewelry for the occasion. Max, meanwhile, wore a navy-and-black Gucci tuxedo.

After a coin toss, Max gave his vows first. “Not that it was a contest, but his vows were much better than mine—he’s an incredible writer—I cried through the whole thing,” Alison says. After she gave her own, their respective fathers and best friends stood up to give speeches. “We told everyone to keep it under five minutes…my dad went for 19. My brother timed it,” she says.

Then, it was time for the main attraction: dinner, planned with help from Melissa Sullivan of Studio Sully. Guests drank vodka from an ice luge shaped like Milton Glaser’s famous “I Love New York” logo, and heaped generous servings of prime rib and creamed spinach onto their plates. Moody florals from Fox Fodder Farm added to the ambience.

For dessert, Alison and Max decided on a location change, heading to Temple Bar, the Art Deco–esque speakeasy in Noho known for its caviar bumps and martinis. The restaurant gave everyone bodega-cup coffee before all joyfully crammed into a double-decker bus bound for downtown. In Temple Bar’s famously dark room, the wedding party danced, scarfed hot dogs, and enjoyed tiramisu by Michelin-starred chef Fabián von Hauske. It was, in more ways than one, a quintessential New York night—exactly as Alison and Max had intended. “We are both so hopelessly in love with New York,” she says. (And, well, each other.)

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