I love how each of these photos represents a portrait of someone at a wedding, who, though beautifully presented, understands that this is a pretend wedding, at best.
Zoey Dawson, from a distance, is captured while being groomed by Zoe Rouse (designer.) I love the tenderness between two people in moments like this.
John Shearman, with Genevieve Giuffre, in a way that represents sincere happiness.
Naomi Rukavina, playing the maid of honour.
Matt Furlani, whom I always thought was decidedly photogenic, in a very appropriate set of tails and a blood-red rose poised delicately upon his lapel.
Garry Abrahams, dressed handsomely, and dapperly, as ever.
Luke George, who always rejuvenates our perception of style.
Katie Sfetkidis, looking remarkably happy.
I had a moment of awe with Carolyn with regards to her coat. It’s lapels are retrospecively biker chic.
Jake Preval, poised to capture some special moments.
Richard Watts in a hirsute sandwich of Luke George and partner Kent Burgess.
Zoey never ceases to entertain, here, as the incidentally glamorous, though wildly [cheap] glimmering cousin person.
It is, ultimately, the deep blue that melancholy is made of.