Some suitors give flowers. Others, chocolates. When Eric met Lisa for their first date, he brought her Roald Dahl’s Revolting Rhymes. The two creative types—he’s an artist, a designer, and the co-owner of The Wooly, an event space in New York’s Woolworth Building; she’s a fashion designer and stylist—met through friends at a Manhattan karaoke bar in 2005 while Eric was on holiday break from his MFA program at Yale. The pair talked all night, bonding over their off-kilter tastes: Both have a fascination with macabre and fantastical storytellers like Dahl, Tim Burton, and Edward Gorey. They also found they shared a mutual friend from college at Brown (though they attended four years apart). The next morning, Lisa asked the pal to give her number to Eric.
Six years later, after countless late-night phone calls and dates (including one that involved building a fort at Eric’s parents’ home) he proposed on a surprise trip to Paris. As Lisa napped at the hotel, Eric slipped out and collected an armful of Parisian spoils, including a bottle of rosé Champagne, a bouquet of flowers, and a box of treats from famed patisserie Ladurée. “I found an engraved dark wood box among the pastel macarons,” Lisa recalls. “Inside was the most beautiful ring. It reminded me of something from a fairy tale, perfectly suited to our magical surroundings.”