Last week I met up with Elizabeth and Michael in St James' in London for a pre-wedding shoot, this weekend (no time wasted here!) I jump on the train to Manchester to shoot their nuptials! The Fulwoods (from long acquaintance) have always been a terrible influence on me (!) so I've made sure that along with spare lenses, batteries and memory cards I've packed a spare liver as well.
I rock up at the eclectically elegant hotel Lizzie and her sister Naomi have been staying at on the morning of the wedding to find gorgeous Kelly Marie Marshall hard at work making the bride and her bridesmaids look out of this world. The dress is by Caroline Castilagno, a divine and rather imperial Spanish confection of lace and the lightest organza which moves and swirls in its own invisible breeze. A reverential silence is observed upon its unveiling, broken only by my drooling into my camera bag. While I'm naming names, David Wayman Flowers (he's awesome - and a mean dancer) provided the pretty bouquets and decked out the venue in record time with a riot of classy colour.
A fizz of activity (and a glass of fizz) and it's all go. We bundle into the waiting car and race to the venue. Woweeee the venue. Gorton Monastery was built in the 1860s by Franciscan monks, fell into disrepair and has been rescued in the past few years, named a World Heritage Site and is generally pretty fab. http://www.themonastery.co.uk/ if you're interested.
Inside Michael is waiting with his best men, pacing up and down and looking like his stomach contains a whole farm of butterflies. (BTW I have absolutely no idea from which gentlemen's establishment he obtained his form-fitting three piece suit, but he's looking extremely fly).
Lizzie glides down the aisle on her papa's arm and there's no mistaking the fact that Michael is fighting back the tears at how goddamn gorgeous his wife-to-be is looking. The ceremony goes without a hitch, the newlyweds have a massive snog and everyone breathes out and gets ready for a good old knees up!
Cracking party, cracking people, cracking speeches and, I discovered later, cracking wine (see? good thing I packed that spare liver). Elizabeth and Michael - you have the most amazing friends and family. I wish you every joy for the future. And now, without further ado, here are a few of my favourite shots from the day....
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