The wedding vows were Elvis and Priscilla's - it says it all, really. Coolest Wedding Ever. Alan is an old friend of mine from journalism school. When he's not writing features for the New Zealand Herald he's to be found in his island-themed disco-lit man cave, surrounded by thousands and thousands of records, in the basement of the house he shares with Abbie and their two little boys. Abbie is a very talented artist who makes science-based installations, using moulds, test tubes, liquids - all sorts. She and Alan throw some damned fine parties, and with their combined creativity and awesome sense of style, this wedding was always going to be a fun one to shoot! It was all about having a good time with their friends and family: they weren't keen on doing any location shoot at all but I managed to wangle five minutes out of them before Alan was itching to get back to the party.
Abbie came down the aisle to Etta James's "At Last", and during the ceremony Alan's friend Brooklyn sang a beautiful unaccompanied rendition of Memories Are Made of This ("a little song I wrote by Dean Martin"). I'll stop with the words and get on with the photos, but one last thing - the embroidered handkerchief. Abbie told me it was from a saying that her best woman Cheryl taught her, about about when life just doesn't seem to be getting any easier. And then it does.
Venue: Abbeville Estate
Celebrant: Lynley Frame
Wedding band: The Gramophone Band (I can't help but put in a plug for these guys. They were the best I've seen!)
Caterers: The Great Catering Co
Props and styling: Abbie Read (bride) and her core crew
Abbie's dress and Alan's suit: made by best woman Cheryl. Hair and makeup: Cheryl's daughter Laura. Flowers: Abbie's mum Laurette and Lucy Meadows. Cake: made by Aunty Irene, iced by Cheryl