This was my first male civil partnership (*see Jenny and Kelly’s Ibiza wedding for my first female one) and it could not have been easier.  Not that I was expecting trouble — that kind of makes it sound like I was like, wow, my first gay wedding and not one gunfight.  What I mean is [...]

There was a moment on the third day of this trip, puttering between islands on a small motor boat with my fiance, where I was like.. this is my job.  One of those pinch yourself moments.  A sudden lucid awareness that someone likes my work enough to have flown me out here and entrust me [...]

Increasingly, with weddings these days, there’s a push to reclaim the day from the industry juggernaut it can very easily become.  More and more people are going for personal touches, the handmade and the homemade.  And Jack and Angie’s has to be the most personal wedding I’ve shot to date.  Not only was the church at [...]

Hot on the heels of last week’s blogs comes this wedding, brought to you by Will and Holly Newel.  This was a lovely day in late May in the Sussex countryside.  And it’s a good job it was a lovely day too, because this wedding had pretty much no provision for any other kind of [...]

So seeing as it’s Friday and I’ve already brought you two wedding blogs this week I thought I’d end the week with something a bit different.  Okay, quite a bit different.  Because while I genuinely love shooting weddings I do think it’s crucial that if I’m going to grow and challenge myself I don’t get [...]

My second wedding blog this week was also a very English event.  Not least because it rained pretty much the entire the day.  Ravy & Shaun were married at Cooling Castle Barn in Kent (the castle part being home to the family Joolz Holland).  It was a very picturesque setting — when it was dry [...]

This wedding was a very lovely, very English affair. Ed & Laura met at Cambridge in the choir and now sing regularly at St Pancras Parish Church where they were married.  The fact that the choir was comprised of friends didn’t stop the choirmaster drilling them and making sure they were absolutely on top of [...]

The last time I remember seeing Amy Winehouse was on the news.  Drifting along the street with a sloppy knee-lead shuffle. Bandy gaited and hangdog. All dreary pallid skin and frazzled, cracked persona. She still emanated a real charisma somehow — a shattered forgotten charisma that hung over her like a pale hallucination — but a charisma all [...]