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.
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…