This one time
at Burning Man...

In 2015, we were living worlds apart, literally. We were both attending Burning Man, an annual event in the Black Rock Desert of Nevada that fosters a temporary community focused on art, self-expression, and self-reliance. As fate would have it, we just happened to camp right next to each other. As the week went on, we had a few conversations, and by the final night, a series of unexplainable coincidences led us to that now famous story: Two ships passing in the night. In short, made us completely inseparable. We spent the next year flying back and forth between London and San Diego, working on our visa, and ultimately getting married exactly one year from the day we met at Burning Man.