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OK…not your average wedding. But then again, what is. This was, technically, their third wedding. Having been married in Vegas at The Bellagio, then following on the next day at an Elvis Chapel off the strip and now to Luton Hoo. I suppose, if you’re being picky this wasn’t even a wedding. No ceremony….but it did have speeches a reception, disco, preparations, formals….most things a wedding does.
Donna is Ben’s brother. Helen and Ben were married last year in Wales….I was lucky enough to shoot their wedding. Moving on, Hels is pregnant and is beaming. Not that she didn’t always beam. When I asked Ben’s mum “how do you feel about being a Granny?” her response was “I can see myself as a Granny…but Ben as a Dad…oh dear”. But then, she’s mad (in a good way) and there’s always Richard Gere aka Ben’s Dad to throw him a few hints at doing the right thing.
Today’s blog is going to be short and sweet. Just my photos as well (although the Dazzler did come along). I’m still recovered from a hard cold (that being not flu but still pretty rotten).
One aside…Donna did mention that in the Elvis wedding one of the vows was to ‘not step on his blue suede shoes’. I can’t top that really!
On the line now James Choo from London
Helen, Helen, Helen…really, you get in too many of my pictures!
Mum right, baby left, Helen practicing
Look into my eyes, not around the eyes, but in the eyes…snap….you’re under!
She loves me…she loves me not
The bonus of already being married is that you get dressed in the same room
A Whiter Shade of White
I love the MUA’s expression!
Yep…that’s right…its the couple shots first
Hoooo are you…hoo hoo, hoo hoo
Le Grande Entrance
Mums love speeches. Proof.
In a stroke of irony Mark had interned at his Father In Law’s company when he was 14. Let’s just say that Mark’s initial assessment was less than favourable. Time heals all wounds.
Beats me…protecting themselves from either cosmic rays from the iPhone or gaseous emissions from the Best Man
Perfect timing (yeah…um…well…ok)
Yes…these two will be someone’s parents in a few months
Blame it on the boogie
Someone’s fly is down…his or mine?