A little while later in between some time on the beach, Melanie & Duncan held their wedding in Bangalow, surrounded by their nearest and dearest. The Valiant was there and so were we and it was truly lovely.
A little while later in between some time on the beach, Melanie & Duncan held their wedding in Bangalow, surrounded by their nearest and dearest. The Valiant was there and so were we and it was truly lovely.
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.
A few years ago I moved to Italy and fell in love with Rome. Then I met an Australian and fell in love with him, moved back to London to get married and accidentally left a little bit of me behind. Returning to Rome to photograph a wedding was fantastic, but returning to Rome to photograph a wedding atop a castle was the icing on the cake.
I often get asked what my best ever wedding was to photograph. I think people expect me to say ‘the one at Westminster Abbey’ or ‘the little one in Italy’, when really my most favourite weddings, however cliché, are the ones that are all about love. Venues are chic and expensive dresses are beautiful, but give me a couple happy and in love and I couldn’t ask for anything more. These two individuals decided to elope. They chose a place where they could exchange their vows and spend the weekend, calm and content. They chose their outfits, the day for their promises and then they chose me. I really couldn’t be more grateful sharing days like these.