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Jamie & Westy's Creative Team
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The Bride and Groom Said Their Vows as Wild Horses Crossed the Shoreline at Their Wedding in Todos Santos |
Jamie Hopkins met her husband in a kitchen in Venice. The house was hosting what was meant to be a casual party and somehow became a 500-person event, and as the California sun began to lower, Westy crossed the room to introduce himself. He asked her out the next day. She told him to try again in a month. That kind of unhurried certainty would come to define the way they made every decision together, including the one to marry on a stretch of Baja sand a few years later.
Their first date was on Abbot Kinney, June 30, 2021. Today, they still live by the water in Venice, where the rhythm of the coast has become the rhythm of their relationship. Jamie is the expressive half of the partnership, an FIDM-trained creative who reads the world through aesthetics and instinct. Westy is the grounded counterweight, a steady professional whose calm has a way of organising her energy. Their dynamic is the kind that doesn't fight for balance because it already has it. |
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THE LOCATIONWhen they began to imagine their wedding, the brief was disarmingly simple. They wanted it to feel less like a wedding and more like a weekend with the people they loved. Not the performance of an event, but the long, uninterrupted exhale of a shared vacation. The full buyout of Kimpton Mas Olas in Todos Santos made that vision literal. Everyone would arrive together, stay together and dissolve into the property as a single group from the first margarita onward. Mexico had no specific tie to their history, but it had everything to do with the way they wanted to feel. Both of them love the ocean. Both of them gravitate to warmth, to ease, to the kind of looseness only a beach can produce. Todos Santos offered the right mix of natural beauty and quiet, and Mas Olas, still a newer property, felt like a place they could keep returning to. The wedding would mark the beginning of their relationship with the land as much as it marked the beginning of their marriage. With most of their guests travelling out from East Coast winters, the contrast was deliberate. Step off the plane, feel the sun, take the margarita. |
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THE FASHIONThey gave themselves six months to plan it. The dress was the first decision. Jamie went into Jane Hill Bridal with her mother and sister and stepped out in a piece she knew immediately. The silhouette was a ballgown, but a ballgown with a drop waist, classic in line and quietly subversive in proportion. It made room for her sensibility, which is to say it understood that tradition only works when you reinterpret it slightly. The veil came from Jane Hill, too. The shoes were Bella Belle. For the reception, she changed into a custom collaboration between NWLA Bridal and Francesca Miranda, a silver-and-white beaded boat-neck maxi cut close to the body. The dress moved from ceremony romance into something more elevated and adult, the same woman in a different register, finished with Jennifer Behr accessories and Florrie London heels. By the time the afterparty arrived, she was in a Retrofete babydoll mini, ivory and beaded with a slight Brigitte Bardot lift, Bella Belle platforms on her feet. Three looks, one consistent point of view. Westy wore a custom ivory tuxedo from Suit Supply throughout. |
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THE RECEPTION
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THE MEMORIESSomewhere in the middle of the night, Jamie and Westy found each other on the dance floor and agreed it was the best day of their lives. Her face hurt from smiling. That, she will tell you, was the most vivid moment. Not the ceremony, not the dress, not the horses. The quiet shared acknowledgement that the people they had pulled to a remote corner of Baja were all there at once, in one place, for them. |
What stays with Jamie now is not the spectacle. It is the in-between. The hours when guests settled into the property and into each other before the wedding day even arrived. The accidental intimacy of friends helping her change between dresses. The truth, sharpened in hindsight, that no logistic mattered as much as the commitment underneath it. If she had to distil the weekend into a single feeling, she would call it overwhelming joy. The kind that only arrives when you are fully present, fully surrounded, and fully certain of where you are going next. |
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