“Walking into Lev’s apartment, it was clear that something special was brewing for his wedding day. He was in the middle of gut-renovating his own place, surrounded by a group of the friendliest type of guys, talking about the skatepark where they hang out in Jersey City. In the corner, hanging off the shelf, was a skate deck stating “F**k Yoga.” No matter my opinion on the efficacy of downward dog, I knew I was in for a fun day of pictures.”