“She grew up surrounded by amazing, creative people,” said David Morehouse, a friend. “You expect severity and pretension, and she’s just the opposite. She’s very soft and feminine, personal and sweet and comforting.”  He added, “Her look is very ‘Out of Africa.’ It’s got a Peter Beard, safari feeling. She’s very relaxed, linen, billowy.”  After college (Harvard), she moved to Los Angeles for a few years and lived in a bungalow, where she decorated her room mainly with tall stacks of books. “She loves books, and she organizes them beautifully, in this brilliant, haphazard but sensical way,” Mr. Morehouse said. “She’s really cerebral, really, really thoughtful. She’s always reading, but she doesn’t take herself too seriously.”  In June 2007, she moved back to Manhattan, mainly to be closer to her family, but right away missed the sunshine and the midcentury modernist architecture of Los Angeles  “I said to her, ‘You need to call Daniel Creighton,’ ” recalled Mr. Morehouse, who went to Brown with Mr. Creighton. “ ‘He is the most fun person. You will forget all about L.A.’ ”  Mr. Creighton, now 30 and a commercial real estate broker by day, a graduate student in real estate at New York University by night, recalled how he and Ms. Meier first met for drinks in a bar near the Lower East Side apartment in which he lived at the time. “Ana is the sweetest woman I’ve ever met,” he said. “There’s not a bad bone in her body, which makes her so attractive and magnetic.”  He added: “We found out right away that we had uncanny similarities. Our families are both like modern American families. We have parents who split and remarried, so we’ve got stepsiblings. It’s totally ‘Brady Bunch.’ ” He described his blended family this way: “A lot of travel. Christmas in the morning with one, Christmas in the afternoon with the other.”  Ms. Meier — whose remarried mother, Katherine Gormley, is also a Manhattan architect — understood.  They had their next date at a Japanese restaurant, Cube 63, perfect for Ms. Meier, whose favorite shape is the square. After that, they quickly became the sort of downtown couple you see at small cafes, wearing cool coats and scarves, always carrying books and discussing art exhibitions they’d just seen.  “They’re super-stylish,” said Eva Fakatselis, a friend. “They’re both tall and thin, and Ana has this long black hair that just goes straight no matter what the conditions.”  After a few months, he began proposing to her regularly, in an off-the-cuff way, wherever they happened to be, among friends or not.  “He just knew from the beginning that she was the one,” said his friend Ben Goldhirsh, the founder of Good magazine. “She would just blush when he asked her.”  Ms. Meier is a minimalist about everything from name-dropping (she rarely does it) to makeup (she rarely wears it). But she is not a minimalist when it comes to complimenting Mr. Creighton. She can swiftly come up with long lists of what she loves about him — his confidence, humor, good looks, dance moves, listening skills. He’s a jock (he played lacrosse at Brown) who also cares about design and style. He’s detail-oriented but not to the point of organizing Snapple bottles in perfect rows. He’s brainy but not a nerd.  “He has a really high social I.Q.,” she said. “He understands people and situations, and he has an amazing ability to strike the right tone, whether with friends or family or work.”  He struck just the right understated tone with his actual proposal in November 2009. By then, they were living together in NoLIta, in an apartment decorated with clean, geometrical couches and tables designed by Ms. Meier.  He proposed at home with the essentials: a ring, good Champagne and just the right light.  Ms. Meier is now a partner in Meier/Ferrer, a modern furniture company based in Los Angeles and New York. Her pieces are beautiful and spare but not untouchable; you can spend an afternoon reading on her couches.  “The furniture she’s designed I could never do because it’s very comfortable,” her father said. “My furniture is uncomfortable. I’m more concerned with what it is as an object.”  On Sept. 25, the couple were married in East Hampton, at Mr. Meier’s house, which is neither white nor modern. It is a reddish-brown, traditional farmhouse surrounded by a large, undulating lawn that Mr. Meier designed to evoke waves in the ocean. The house sits on a high spot as if lifted up by a cresting wave.  Although they were married outdoors, it was a most artful outdoor setting. “Every moment seemed like a painting or a photograph in a museum,” said Ms. Tate, a bridesmaid.  The couple took their vows with Mayor Paul F. Rickenbach of East Hampton Village, in a small picturesque grove of oak trees. They stood on a square polished wood platform, looking like a couple about to dive into the water.  Mr. Creighton wore a black Tom Ford suit with a white origami-paper boutonniere, while Ms. Meier appeared in a silk, columnlike gown designed by Francisco Costa, with straps that fell naturally off her shoulder in a summery way, and a low scooped back. It was smooth-looking and glamorous, with hints of bathing suits and the beach.  She wore a single white flower in her hair, and carried a bouquet of white origami flowers. “Sometimes when people get married, they look alien in their wedding gown,” Ms. Fakatselis said. “Ana’s got that Greek architectural elegance to her, and the dress perfectly complimented that. It was the most special version of something she might wear rather than something imposed on her by the occasion.”  Even the cocktail hour was aesthetically pleasing, with couches on the green, wavy lawn; geometric candle-holders on the tables; and a bar perfectly situated at the edge of the property. Behind the bar was a nature conservancy. “It was a breathtaking way to get a drink,” Ms. Tate said. “You literally felt like you were in Africa or someplace with wide open spaces, not East Hampton.”  For dinner, the 240 guests — including Calvin Klein, Nan Swid, Frank Stella, Max Snow, Carl Icahn and Billy and Kathy Rayner — gathered at three long, rectangular tables in a tent with boxlike paper lanterns hanging from the ceiling. The tables were decorated with white candles and little glass vases containing the kind of simple flowers — white, of course — you might find at a nearby farm stand, each arrangement slightly different from the next.  Perhaps because the bride and bridegroom both have big, blended families, it was a family-style dinner with food passed around in white bowls, while an almost-full moon shone down through the tent’s clear ceiling.  “It was all just clean, clear and beautiful,” Ms. Tate said.  Over all, the evening proved why white is still an apt color for a wedding. It symbolizes a blank canvas, a new beginning, although that’s kind of obvious. White also contains an implicit, and timely, warning: take care. In marriage, mistakes matter, and they show. But mostly, for the wedding of this couple, whose love story contains no gray areas, the whiteness of everything conveyed confidence.  There’s nothing wishy-washy about white. White is the color of yes.  Jennifer Landes contributed reporting from East Hampton, N.Y.  A version of this article appears in print on October 3, 2010, on Page ST14 of the New York edition with the headline: Ana Meier and Daniel Creighton. Order Reprints| Today's Paper|Subscribe
Ana Meier, a furniture designer whose father is the architect Richard Meier, married Daniel Creighton, a real estate broker.