One afternoon, I was musing to my mate that I really wanted a surf club wedding and a church ceremony. These two things rarely join in the same wedding and I was already at my self imposed cap for the year so I resigned myself to target these goals in 2018. A few days later I received an email from Tom and lo and behold, this is exactly what was in order. So, despite my cap, I was in. I mean, if the universe listens, you can't turn around and reject it.
It was an absolutely magic St Mary's cathedral service, a sunset reception at the Surf Club, and dancing late into the night. A dance floor mostly held to attention by the middle generation in attendance, though the 30 year old demographic got a look in at some points, even if they did have to stoop low with some attention seeking antics. I included one picture of this. I left at 11pm and the party, although ramping up solidly from about 4pm, was showing no signs of settling down.
In between the service and ceremony we had a few hours to kill and it was HOT. So the bridal party went indoors for a cool drink at Stone House before heading into the blistering sun to get some photos. Bron and Tom were my spirit animals with this as they were loving the harsh light, colours and Territoryness of the spot. I did discuss this with them in the days before, not wait until after a few drinks at the bar to spring the idea on them. I can't see too many brides volunteering to stand in an inch of red dirt, or a burnt out pandanus swamp, and stare into the blistering sun for their photos. It's a unique look. Especially the squinting. I consider this a massive treat and LOVE the entire bridal party for being such mad dogs.
Tom and Bron, and their love and legendariness made this a cracker of a day. I am more than a little in love with these two actually.
Here are some of my favourite photos.