Monthly Archives: September 2012

James Moes called me “the boy who cried wolf” a couple of weeks ago. We were both in Palm Springs to speak at the Beloved Festival. I had just written – yet another – blog post about me wanting to write more here on the blog.

“You say you will and then you never do”, he said and laughed.

Or that’s not true, James doesn’t laugh, he may have smiled slightly, his dry sense of humor shining through his hipster facade (I say that lovingly by the way).

And I know it’s true, I keep saying I’ll write more, but then I never do. The other day when I was flying home to Brisbane from Sydney I tried to break down why I find it so hard getting back into writing on the blog again. Part of it is because this is my shop front, my portfolio. I don’t have a separate portfolio site, this is the first thing my potential clients see when they go to my site.

This is my facade.

So I hold back.

Oh, how I hold back.

I’ve started a re-branding project where I’m moving the blog back. Instead of it being my shop front, I’m going to let it be my back room. It’s a cosy little place out the back, you have to go through my portfolio room to get there, past the bathrooms with the lavender soaps and folded towels, past the kitchen with that fancy Italian coffee machine and around the corner. It’s a small room with old beaten floorboards, a nice comfy couch and prints on the wall, art posters, quotes and notebooks spread across the rickety old coffee table made from driftwood. A place to relax in, where I can breathe, listen to music and talk about things.

If you look out one window you can see the ocean, through the other the mountains.

I want you to come in and sit down.

I just need to make those changes first.

When Chris and Jesper contacted me about shooting their elopement on Gozo, an island off Malta in the Mediterranean,  it was only supposed to be them. He’s Danish, she’s French. Apart from witnesses I would be the only outsider there. Over the year that followed things changed slightly. Though we’d never met, we became friends. So when Jesper and Chris decided they wanted their friends there to celebrate their day, they also graciously invited my family. So on a beautiful day in July, only ten days after my own wedding, Jacqui, Noah, Joel and I joined Jesper, Chris and their five friends for the smallest and sweetest wedding I’ve been a part of to date. Every now and then I get to experience something that changes the way I look at love, the reasons I do what I do.

This was one of those days.

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music credit: Wake Me – Message To Bears (iTunes)

I normally wouldn’t include something like this in a blog post from a wedding, but this time it’s such a huge part of the story, so I simply have to. Alex only met his biological father once. He came to Stockholm out of the blue, they fought, they made up and promises were made they would catch up again on the island of Lipari, just off Sicily, where Alex father lived. Three weeks later, before Alex got to see him again, his father died in a tragic accident. Maybe I mention this because I too lost my father, but I feel it’s integral to the images I’m about to show you. Alex father left him a beautiful house on top of this magnificent island and the wedding took place there, getting ready, ceremony and the reception that followed. I imagine this has shaped Alex in more ways than one. You can tell he’s a man that looks after his relationships. The love he shows for Frida, his mother, his half brother, step father and everyone around him inspired me immensely. Helping me capture this weekend I had Jakob from Nordica Photography. I could write a whole blog post about his talent. And the wedding planners were my dear friends Mitra and Fabio. It was a love fest like no other.

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