Imagine you are a photographer, agape and wide-eyed, at a giant candy-floss venue, with the sun high in the sky, the guys in tuxedos, the bridesmaids and bride, two sets of parents, brimming with pride, music and laughter and breath-taking views, it felt like a dream but it actually came true…
At this beautiful late-summer wedding in Provence, the sun shone bright and bold and friends by the dozen flew all the way to France, to witness C & D’s vows be told. We clapped and we cheered and the mothers smiled wide, and everyone sipped champagne before supper outside…
A beautiful weekend on the French Riviera, in the mountainside village of Eze, a couple in love stand beaming and blushing, amidst their families and all of their friends. We dined and we cheered, Nouvelle Vague filled the air and a bride shone her smile cheek to cheek. The sky stretched proud over St Jean Cap Ferrat, three shades of blue I could see, champagne was drunk and kisses exchanged as the sun set slowly in the sea…
One day in Covent Garden, I met a couple quite head over heels. We spoke about their wedding, shook hands and agreed a deal. I would travel out to France for them and photograph their wedding, and they would smile and laugh all day, show me their happy ending. To Provence I went, excited, with those lovely Lavender & Rose girls, so I hope you can see what a perfect day it was, as their beautiful story unfurls.