I was gifted with a wedding in Alice Springs. All that red dirt, rugged green, and wide open space has a mesmerising beauty. There is a special kind of magic in the air; a magic often infused with dust, flies and heat. In short, it’s complex, but what we have is definitely true love.
And back to the real love story. The wedding of Victoria and Rury brought together half of Alice Springs and people from around the world - and then put them hard to work. A beautiful welcome to country by Rury’s aunt, a gourmet three course feast prepared by Vic’s brothers and uncle, who commandeered the venue's industrial kitchen for half the weekend, a Milan catwalk quality dress made by Vic’s aunt, a wedding cake baked by a bridesmaid, people lugging eskies around….... Admittedly, there may have been a bit of self interest in that particular activity.
As per usual, the groomsmen were trying to weasel their way out of having me visit them before the ceremony. We compromised on 30 minutes, and then I further conceded by being 10 minutes late. That Alice Springs traffic is crazy!! You would only read about it on this website. However, when I rocked up, the men hadn’t even contemplated getting ready, and they were due to leave in 20 minutes. Rury was writing his vows, using one of the more convincing excuses I have heard from a groom, "the printer isn't working." And then what unfolded was a classic story that I have witnessed more than once; more than half a dozen men drinking beer until the ten minute call, then piling into one room to all get ready at the same time, whilst drinking whiskey, smoking, cranking music, deciding to iron their shirts, de-linting each other on the street, and still making the venue on time. Then they spent 30 minutes trying to figure out how to pin on corsages. This happens AT EVERY SINGLE WEDDING I HAVE EVER BEEN TO. And everyone expects me to know how to do it. I let them struggle whilst I take some photos. Then I poke them with pins. Then I vow (zing) to watch a youtube tutorial before the next wedding.
The wedding was set against the MacDonnell Ranges in the Alice Springs Desert Park. And then it was set to a soundtrack of hysterical laughter and cranking music. The moves on the dance floor possessed a uniquely NT charm, I think they are taught as part of the high school curriculum. The brilliance of them second only to the speeches. And there was so much love. The party charged on at Bojangles. It’s that Alice Springs magic, I tell you. Everyone needs to get married in Alice....
Some of my favourite photos….