WEDDINGS
Nov. 15, 2023
Lily B. White and Kevin A. Brody were married November 11 at the Glen Oaks Country Club in Greenwich, Conn. Sam Rosen, a friend of the couple who is both gay and Jewish, but in your face about neither, became a Universal Life minister for the occasion and officiated.
Ms. White, 28, is keeping her name. She is a public relations associate with Blank Slate in New York. She graduated cum laude from Trinity College in Hartford, Conn.
She is the daughter of Elizabeth D. White and Philip L. White of New Canaan, Conn. The bride’s father is a managing partner at Goldman Sachs in New York. Her mother is, despite her strong distaste for Modernism, a member of the fundraising committee of the Whitney Museum of American Art.
Mr. Brody, 33, is a managing director of Maraud & Pillage, a private venture capital firm in New York. He graduated from Dartmouth College and received an M.B.A. from Harvard.
He is a son of Jane D. Brody and Robert A. Brody of New York and Southampton, N.Y. The groom’s mother is a psychiatrist in private practice on the Upper East Side. The groom’s father comes from money, so he just golfs.
Ms. White and Mr. Brody met in November 2021 at the Whole Foods grocery store in Columbus Circle in New York. While loading his cart with protein powder, Mr. Brody noticed Ms. White having trouble reaching the kale chips, which were placed on the top shelf, and offered her his help.
Ms. White was instantly smitten. “He looked so handsome and rugged in his Dartmouth crew T-shirt, and his grocery cart was so well curated: scallops, cilantro, Parmigiano-Reggiano, Camembert, soft-shell crab. I mean, even his milk was one percent.” Not to mention, on the underside was a case of Goldmine, the cheapest beer on offer. “Which was just perfect,” Ms. White added. “Without that, his taste would have seemed just maybe a little too gay.”
Mr. Brody was equally attracted. “She had the most beautiful blue eyes, and her skin was almost see-through. And even though I could tell she had a job and stuff, she didn’t talk too much, and acted kind of lost and helpless. Right when I was starting to think that traditional kind of girl didn’t exist anymore.”
They got to talking, and soon realized they had a world of things in common. “It turned out we both played tennis, we both had cousins who got kicked out of Exeter, and we both thought Montauk was overrated,” Ms. White said. “And we even had the same favorite Coldplay song” (“Yellow”).
Late the next Saturday, when his Tinder app wouldn’t stop crashing, Mr. Brody called Ms. White and invited her to Draft 55, a preppy Midtown bar with a great craft beer selection. Ms. White said she’d try and stop by, then abruptly canceled plans with a girlfriend so she could go see him.
The next day, they had brunch at the Spotted Pig, and followed that with a walk on the High Line, before dinner in Greenwich Village and a drop-in at Mr. Rosen’s cabaret show on the Lower East Side.
They both left the show early, finding it “just a bit much.” But after that, they were never apart for more than 24 hours.
“I was just so comfortable with her. It instantly felt like I’d known her forever,” Mr. Brody said. “Like, one day early on, our Uber passed by a bunch of Occupy Wall Street protesters, and I said to myself, ‘I bet she’s rolling her eyes.’ And I turn around, and what do you know? Eyes as white as pearls.”
After dating for four months, they moved in together in a one-bedroom fixer-upper in Cobble Hill, Brooklyn. He painted the living room (hunter green); she, the bedroom (white privilege).
Happily for them, a year later, it seems nothing much has changed. “He still helps me reach the top shelf,” Ms. White said, laughing. “Although, of course, once the maid starts coming in, that won’t be necessary.” ♦