greyleigh kiama wedding

ange & callum

Here’s lookin’ at you kid.

Young love rarely lasts. In your 20’s there’s so much change. So much flux. So much figuring this all out. Where you’re going. What you want. Who you are. Who you want. The odds of two people going through such dramatic internal upheavals and still being on the same path are slim.

Ange & Cal met young. Back when 21sts and uni exams were the biggest concerns on the calendar. He had a luscious set of locks and she was, in her own words, just emerging from her awkward school years and coming into her own. Despite (again in her words) the worlds worst first date, she fell immediately, because the comfort and sense of safety was something she had never experienced before. They spoke a great deal about growing up together. About embracing the change and the growth and falling in love with every iteration of one another. About how having that sense of safety and support allowed them to flex and grow and take risks, to shed old parts of themselves and try on new ones.

The volume of love in the room (..both decibel and amount of people) was palpable, and there was a sense of community and shared experience you can only achieve by a lifetime of prioritising relationships, of giving and receiving. To me, it spoke a great deal of how intentional they both live - to the notion that how you do anything is how you do everything. Ange is a designer and everything was unbelievably beautiful to look at - every detail was thought of paid attention to - but they also wrote every single one of the 150 odd guests a personal note, and honoured traditions on both sides. These are people who care. Deeply.

Also the way Ange’s dad looked at her as he walked her down the aisle killed me. I could do a whole post on him alone.

Shot at the beautiful Greyleigh Kiama, styled by the inimitable ffoliar, and presided over by the raucous Liz Watson Celebrant.

Enjoy

Dane