..Being a wedding photographer is an honor and a privilege, an invitation and a vote of confidence. Photographing a dear friend’s wedding is all of those things, plus the swelling of your heart, the shaking of your hands and the crying of your eyes.
I travelled all the way over to the other side of the world to photograph these two momentous events. First was the very intimate Byron Bay ceremony of five. It rained and it shone, she wore killer heels, he drove the Valiant and I witnessed the marriage of Melanie & her photographer husband, Duncan.
The middle of the year is always the best, bare legs with picnics on the heath for a rest. A trip to Tuscany to spend time with these two, as they wed at an altar with a beautiful view. Two more pretty weddings, so much light and good cheer and the sun setting late at this time of year. Twelve months more marriage tucked under our belt, we wrap presents, write cards to pen things that we’ve felt. Sometimes we party with our family and friends or travel to an island where the sea never ends. This year we did both and we found a new home, London bricks & mortar to call our very own. A jubiliant June it really has been, an excellent first half of my twenty fourteen.
Straight scan by UK Film Lab. They’re really very good.
When you get a rare Saturday off, you better spend it well.
I scored myself a golden ticket to Matt Corby’s first secret garden gig in England and took my cameras along with our picnic. Sunshine, showers & singing under a London sky.
What a year it has been, full of joy and of laughter, a number of weddings, a few happily ever afters, some sunshine, some airports, some beautiful times, some singing, some dancing with champagne and wine, three hundred and sixty five days I have seen, a thank you to you, here’s to 2013…
One week in April, we escaped to blue skies, a trip with no emails, just my husband and I. Some Arabic was learnt, pronunciation attempted, some photos were taken and our pockets were emptied. We ate and we wandered, for a few days we stayed, we were still for a moment and these memories we made.
June in Lake Como is a magical place to be, to wander and take photos and absorb the sheer beauty. The water and the sunshine and peace and light abound as the lake laps to the water’s edge, which is where I could be found, with pizza and gelato and a camera in my hand as I thanked another couple for bringing me back to my homeland…
I've had Monmouth coffee in London, so good! I truly love these tones.
I'd happily have coffee, a good chat & an even better giggle with you anyday Chloe! You've captured one of my fav cafes beautifully xxx
Wow man, this place has really changed. It used to feel so dark in there (but always with the wonderful smell of freshly ground coffee beans) and now from these beautiful images it looks so fresh and light. I must go back and experience it myself (and smell the coffee).
I simply love the shot of the frames with the light above them. The B&W photos look very French. Beautiful Chloe.
Thanks everyone! Sometimes it's just coffee with a friend that makes your weekend.