Brad & Jen Photography

Brad & Jen Photography husband + wife. photographer + photographer. documenting stories of people who love madly, live freely, take risks, and are hungry for adventure!

Joy abounds with the Larriviere’s! 🥂Planner: Susan HartFlorals: Photographer: Video Team: 
Beauty: Ayan Scott Band:
06/02/2026

Joy abounds with the Larriviere’s! 🥂

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Beauty: Ayan Scott
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We’ve known Mary for a long time.Back when Nashville still felt like Nashville. When her studio was still above Sam & Zo...
05/29/2026

We’ve known Mary for a long time.

Back when Nashville still felt like Nashville. When her studio was still above Sam & Zoe’s and our favorite burrito spot.

When you’ve known someone across that many years, you don’t just know who they are. You get to witness the different versions and seasons of their lives.

I think that’s what made this weekend feel so special. Because this wasn’t simply the story of Mary and James finding each other. It was the story of finding each other, losing each other, missing each other, waiting for each other, and somehow finding each other again.

A story with detours and heartache and longing and bad timing. A story that makes no sense while you’re in it, but somehow becomes so obvious when you finally reach the other side.

We heard stories of fate.
Of friendship…and when it turned into something more.
Of James waiting for Mary’s call and the day it finally came through.

And maybe one of our favorite details was hearing about …. who knew before they did. Who, when James’ phone lit up with “Mary Hooper”, ran into another room and immediately started writing a song (last slide) because he was convinced these two would end up together.

I think when most of us picture weddings, we often imagine a straight line.

Meet. Fall in love. Get married.

But Mary & James took the scenic route and brought us along to see the beauty of those winding roads, unexpected turns, and stories we never could have written.

And standing there with their people, watching them finally arrive at this moment, it was hard not to feel grateful for every mile that came before it.

Thank you to , , and for helping create so much beauty around this rainy fall day, and for second shooting and always being such an example of joy and selflessness 💛

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Natalie sat in the chair after her Mom gently slipped on her wedding shoes. We were about to leave for their first look ...
04/24/2026

Natalie sat in the chair after her Mom gently slipped on her wedding shoes.

We were about to leave for their first look when I asked her a simple question, something small in passing, and she turned toward her mom, then looked back out the window as her eyes filled with tears (slide 6).

“Damnit Brad… I’m just so excited to see him.” ❤️

And just like that, I watched Natalie’s breath calm. She let herself feel something that so many people just rush to get to.

We love these moments with our couples. These seemingly small unscripted pauses to feel the weight of their day.

There’s so much of a wedding day built around what’s next. The ceremony is coming. The first look is coming. The party, the people, all of it.

And yet sometimes I think the richest part of the day is realizing… you’re already in it. It’s already here!

And when you let yourself feel the weight of that while it’s happening…the gratitude, the wonder, the anticipation…it changes the experience of the day itself.

We’ve come to believe presence works this way. It deepens the experience first, and the photographs second. Not the other way around.

So we taxi’d to Central Park, where she and Nick chose a spot on their favorite lawn. Through shared text threads we mapped the light, landed on a perfect October afternoon, set out folding chairs, gathered their closest people, and closed the night with sushi and espresso martinis at 🍣

Which felt exactly right.

Because that’s what this day keeps reminding me of.

How much life is missed when we live too far ahead of ourselves. How much beauty hides inside the pause. How often the main thing is already the main thing… if we’re awake enough to notice it.

Nearly 5000 miles from home, in the hills of Tuscany, Sara & Taylor invited their closest friends into a week that felt ...
04/02/2026

Nearly 5000 miles from home, in the hills of Tuscany, Sara & Taylor invited their closest friends into a week that felt equal parts vacation and celebration - endless Chianti, pizza in the making, spritzes by the pool, and a stop at Leonardo’s for Italian loafers.

All of it building toward the moment they said “I do.” A joy to relive, again and again.

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Revisiting the splendor of Kiawah Island with Will & GraceVenue |  Photo | ⁠Video | ⁠Planning & Design | ⁠Dress: ⁠Floral...
01/21/2026

Revisiting the splendor of Kiawah Island with Will & Grace

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This post isn’t about “going luxury.”It’s about applying the right strategy at the right moment so you can grow faster, ...
01/08/2026

This post isn’t about “going luxury.”
It’s about applying the right strategy at the right moment so you can grow faster, with more confidence, and without burning yourself the F out.

If you feel capable, steady, and hungry for more…

THIS is how you move forward without stepping so far ahead that you lose your footing 👆

Read through slowly. There’s a lot here that can change how you grow.

Where it all spilled out.The feelings, the nerves, the anticipation…finally with somewhere to land.Where you could hug l...
10/15/2025

Where it all spilled out.

The feelings, the nerves, the anticipation…finally with somewhere to land.
Where you could hug like you meant it instead of worrying about creasing a dress.
Where you could scream, shout, jump, and dance with friends you hadn’t seen in years.
Where you could actually finish a drink. Not just one.

And the Cubans. Lit perfectly, burned just long enough before your song hit and you got pulled back to the dance floor.

The dog days of August stretching the night longer until the celebration spilled into the streets of downtown Memphis.

Paula, with a braid down to the floor, greeting you in the VIP line of her Disco club. The cigarette smoke a little too much, but also …so Memphis.

Oversized 40s sweating on warped tables. Communal drums out of beat from somewhere near the stage. A pole in the middle of the dance floor that felt like it had seen too much and wasn’t done yet.

2AM. The best man presses cash into my hand for drinks “on him.” I can barely hear what he’s saying over the noise, and then it hits me.

“Welcome to Memphis.”

The sound of cobblestones rattling our bikes on Sixth Street.
The sprinklers hissing in unison, keeping time in the fron...
09/14/2025

The sound of cobblestones rattling our bikes on Sixth Street.

The sprinklers hissing in unison, keeping time in the front lawns.

The scent of BBQ and fresh laundry and honeysuckle all in one breath.

Oak Street, 7:14PM, our favorite house.

The little red library, spilling full with paperbacks.

A porch cluttered with tipped scooters and pink helmets.

Afternoon espressos at . 305 or West?

Hydrangeas in full bloom. “Let’s take the long way,” she said.

A backyard hammock sagging with two teenagers, like a summer cocoon.

Ms. Mary trimming her roses. Brett tinkering endlessly on the old Whaler. Us rolling into Little Fleet, hoping for a table.

Endless samples from Cherry Republic, sneaked just before a 10PM sunset.

All these pieces... ours, theirs, everyone’s... make this little town hum.

Tourists flood in from the south, flags are raised high on porches, familes gather to dine and echo their laughter in the bay.

Everyone is here reaching for something extraordinary in their own way... creating memories in a place that means so much to so many people.

Everything feels holy and sacred and precious… because it’s so temporary. It all ends.

Fall is always hinting at its arrival.

So we spill ourselves open.
We sweat.
We bike.
We play.
We toast. 
We roll down the windows. And run down the dunes.
Sand pressed into the floorboards.
And jump into water a touch colder than we’d like.

And then… it’s gone.

And we dream of another summer to do it all over again.

Pure Michigan.

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Immersed, inspired and feeling all the feels on . Thank you for filling our hearts with so much love   💛
08/07/2025

Immersed, inspired and feeling all the feels on . Thank you for filling our hearts with so much love 💛



Snuck in a couples shoot in the Hamptons with Marco & Lizzie. Such a pleasure to get to hang with these two and so happy...
08/06/2025

Snuck in a couples shoot in the Hamptons with Marco & Lizzie. Such a pleasure to get to hang with these two and so happy with the images 💛

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