48 hrs in Chicago
Before I begin let me just say that it feels so good to be blogging again! Due to the crazy turn of events that happened in my life about a year ago, I had to shift all my attention away from blogging and focus in on growing my photography business full time. In the midst of all that blog silence I've been hiding behind a hustle curtain creating content for brands while occasionally capturing special moments for special people.
Blogging has connected me with a wonderful community of like minded people who "get it" and who have supported me and given me confidence to pursue my dreams. It also brought me closer to few others who held my hand and dried my tears when I felt like my world was shattering- one of them being my dear friend and spiritual healer, Shayda. So when she called me several months ago to ask if I could film her intimate Chicago wedding it was without question I'd say yes!
Fast forward to May and I'm on a 6am flight Chicago for the weekend. 3 days in the city, only 2 to get all the b-roll and instagrammable goodness I need to make this trip a success.
I took a $40 uber ride from O'Hare to Public Hotel (which is now renamed Ambassador Chicago), located in a leafy part of Chicago's historic Gold Coast neighborhood. Upon check-in I was met with the stately interior that echoed 1930s Prohibition era swank- looked exactly like what I had envisioned if not better than what I saw in pictures. You can almost hear Frank Sinatra and all the iconic history that lives within the hotel walls. It was heaven.
Once I got over taking pictures of the empty lobby I made my way into the elevator and up to my room. I slid my key card against the reader and-- if I should be quite honest it felt a bit barren & underwhelming compared to what I had seen in pictures. Still nice & cozy but lacked little details to personalize guest experience- just 'meh' compared to the stately interior I had just witnessed downstairs.
Photography by @zeinabkristen Visualsbyzeinabkristen.com
What I didn't know then was that the hotel was undergoing a rebranding of some sort (I sniffed it) and sure enough a few weeks later changed their name to Ambassador Chicago. Alas, Pubic Chicago was in its winding days when I had visited, and I now I find myself having to come back again to experience the reinvented version of The Ambassador East back in the 30s. Here's what it looks like now:
Once I got myself acquainted I decided to pack up & explore the neighborhood to get some b-roll for the wedding. But first, of course, was coffee. Just a short walk down State Street I headed towards The Freehand Chicago, home to nomadic hipsters and infinite amounts of avocado toast.
My two cents: great casual place to enjoy a morning coffee or light breakfast. The laidback atmosphere in the dimly lit lobby makes it hard not to want to sit & lounge for a while.
As I looked outside the window while finishing the last of my chia pudding it started to pour. I had already been sick and figured it wasn't worth getting worse a day before the wedding, so I rushed back to my hotel room & spent the rest of my day editing in bed. When it was just about time for dinner I took a short walk down the street to the 3 Arts Cafe at Restoration Hardware.