Knickers. Vintage knickers. Pussy cats wearing vintage knickers. It’s all a sign. A sign of what I’m not sure. A sign that perhaps that this must be Francesca and Mike’s wedding at Hampton Court House. Easily one of the coolest venues around for easily some of the coolest clients a wedding photographer can have. We’re talking a Hall and Oates song and dance routine with marching bands and an animated bird cool (if you’ve never seen ‘500 Days of Summer’ that will mean nothing to you). All of this with no vintage in sight. Sweet. Mike and Francesca are my kind of people. Down to earth and exceedingly worldly yet cynical enough to see the funny side of everything. The kind of folks smart enough to leave that log cabin in the woods on Friday the 13th yet cool enough to stop at the local pub for a swiftly on the way out of town just as a guy at the bar asks the barman where he could get a hockey mask. As Baloo said in The Jungle Book “have I given you a clue?”. Seriously, I shouldnt write these things in a Costa Coffee should I. In short I had an tremendous day with some sensational people. I had a photo crazed dad who I really enjoyed sharing thoughts with. I had a bride who got all of my irony ad a groom who even pretended to laugh at my jokes. Seriously. I would shoot this wedding every week if I could. Thank you guys.