A wedding in Provence is a special affair, the light is so pretty and there’s a scent in the air, of rosé in glasses and the green of the trees and the humming and buzzing of fat bumble bees. Nicola and James came together in May to a cheer of bon chance on their French wedding day.
A handsome Brit and his American beauty on a Saturday in June last year, arrived at One Marylebone with friends and with families, said vows, gave speeches and cheered. The rain came to a holt, light streamed through the room, it really was a most beautiful sight. I saw and took photos, two cameras full of moments and they danced as I bid them goodnight.
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…
On a Wednesday in late summer, when the sky was grey then blue, Tim & Phammy planned a party, and from Aus to France they flew. Chairs were set in the garden, friends and crates of local wine, with his best suit and her new dress all pressed and looking fine. The sun came out as they said their vows, the birds in the trees began to sing, they held hands and smiling at each other, sealed their promises with two rings.