Emma + Harry
A private house on the coast of Waiheke Island. Fifty of their closest in tow. The day was an amalgamation of friends’ talents; from the Celebrant to kai. Oysters on sea salt, glinting on silver – the kind that say ‘we’re not fucking around’. Night caps lined up on the sidelines, waiting their turn. The best kind of cocktail hour; loud, loose and beautifully unhurried. The smell of fresh bread coming out of the oven – warm, yeasty and impossible to ignore. These are the photos that now tell the story and feeling.
A private house on the coast of Waiheke Island. Fifty of their closest in tow. The day was an amalgamation of friends’ talents; from the Celebrant to kai. Oysters on sea salt, glinting on silver – the kind that say ‘we’re not fucking around’. Night caps lined up on the sidelines, waiting their turn. The best kind of cocktail hour; loud, loose and beautifully unhurried. The smell of fresh bread coming out of the oven – warm, yeasty and impossible to ignore. These are the photos that now tell the story and feeling.
"MEG!!!!!!!! THESE ARE EVERYTHING AND MOREEEEEE!! We are so so SO grateful you moved mountains to shoot our wedding, honestly, these images are a dream come true!!! Incredible!!! Literally we're floored, these images are PHENOMENAL!!!!!! Gaaaaaaaaah honestly, we are just in awe of what you've captured from our day, we are so so SO thrilled. Words honestly can't describe how happy we are!!! "— Emma + Harry