Our Story
How It Started
We first met at a gallery opening in Brooklyn on a Friday evening in late October. Neither of us was supposed to be there. Margot had come with a friend who cancelled last minute — she went anyway. Elliott was covering the show for a design journal and stayed longer than he intended.
A conversation about light — the way it fell across one particular photograph — turned into dinner at the restaurant next door. That dinner became breakfast the next morning, and something shifted that neither of us could quite explain.
Three years later, on a quiet morning at home, Elliott asked the question. No grand gesture — just coffee, morning light, and the certainty that this was right.
