Kylie & Gerric flew in from the UK to KZN for their wedding at the gorgeous Cranford Country Lodge. Situated on the R103 near Currys Post, Cranford is an absolutely stunning venue for “country-chic” weddings. From the minute I met Kylie (bearing in mind we’d only ever communicated over email), I knew I liked her. Warm, welcoming and with abundant personality we fell into an easy relationship straight away. Her huge eyes and Greta Garbo style intrigued me the minute I had her in my lens :-). Not forgetting her husband, Gerric. A gentle giant with an easy humour and an observant eye. It was quite obvious that Gerric was madly in love with his wife-to-be. The two met as young teenagers sharing the same high school lift club. From what I recall of the speeches Kylie didn’t even look twice :-). Or was it the other way around?? However, the pair soon got over themselves and got together in the matric holidays. Think we are talking 12 years ago now. Gerric proposed by flying Kylie down to Cape Town, driving through Stellenbosch, then along the coast and finally checking into a romantic, luxury beach lodge in Hout Bay. On the second evening, sundowners in hand, sun slinking low below the horizon, he got down on the proverbial bended knee……. So much laughter, and tears to match, the wedding was a study in procrastination. Only joking. The wedding was absolutely sublime. The mist that drew in slowly and eventually descended like a blanket on the proceedings only served to add to the mood and mystical quality of the afternoon and evening. Thank you once again Kylie and Gerric for the wonderful privilege of capturing your wedding memories. I thoroughly enjoyed every minute.
ALL THE LITTLE DETAILS, PREPARATIONS AND THE CEREMONY
Not sure when my love affair with all things Vintage started, but its been ongoing for awhile. So of course, when I met Skye and Seamus and had a glimpse into her taste and style – I knew I was going to love capturing this wedding. Skye’s Dad (I think) called it a DIY wedding. The reason for this was because she (with a little help from friends and family) did most of it herself. From the pebbles you could throw into the fountain to the hand-crafted Naughts and Crosses, you could literally feel the love, energy, effort and pure synergy that had gone into creating this happy and so very romantic, day.
The whole wedding was and is a beautiful reflection of their personalities and the love that they share. Starting with the groom; with a name like Seamus McCool – what’s more to say!!. A laid back attitude, a best man like Barry and 3 handsome brothers all wearing “News-boy” caps made the groom-side of things easy (on the eye) to photograph.
Having said that, don’t let me get started on Skye. Love love love her wonderful sense of style and inimitability. Her warm personality, genuine love for her man and her truthfulness within herself showed in every part of the day. Lots of real vintage lace and carefully selected bits and bobs all combined to produce a beautifully whimsical package. Complimented beautifully by her Maid-of-Honour, Maxine, the little powder blue Morris Minor and all the love, support and well wishes of friends and family members – it was a day to remember by all I am sure.
Thanks Skye and Seamus – you guys were an incredible pair to witness and document in your declaration of love and foreverness. I really hope my photies do justice to the kind of day it really was.
In the brides own words:
Where did you guys meet?
We met at a braai, on national braai day in 2008, my friend asked me to go with her to a braai (a friend of her boyfriend at the time) as she didn’t know anyone. I really don’t want to go, but she practically dragged me out of bed. It was pretty much love at first sight as we hit it off instantly… The rest is history I suppose.
How did he propose?
We went away for his birthday to Houwhoek Inn, where we had gone on our 1 year anniversary. We arrived ‘too early for check in’ and so he ordered us a picnic. We went and sat by the river in the orchards, and me being a bit doff just thought it was such an amazing coincidence that the picnic contained all my favourite things. When it came to the end of lunch he offered pudding, & started to fiddle endlessly with a jar of astros…just before I got annoyed with how long he was taking to open it, he popped the lid & the question…with the ring inside the jar of astros… Turns out, he has made the picnic himself & taken it up the day before.
Tips for you wedding day
Accept that something will always be imperfect. Either have time or money (if you’re lucky, both), I had time and so I made a lot of things myself/with a lot of help. It’s impossible to stay calm & happy the whole time during planning, know when to stop & smell the roses & when to have a wobbly…make sure you plan activities that help you prepare & provide a fun outing. Avoid renting things & having decor done for u, we saved like R10 000 at least by doing it ourselves & it made it an amazing process for us all.
Beautiful You | A new idea | Teen Photoshoots | Mom ‘n Daughter photoshoots
Its one of those ideas that’s still taking shape. Teen Photography appears to have a little gap in the market all over, which is weird. Also, there are a million wedding and family photographers out there. I love Boudoir photography but us Capetonians are generally a little shy.
Having lacked serious confidence as a teen, despite (according to my folks) being quite pretty and skinny (Wednesday legs), I want to use my skills as a photographer to show young teenagers how beautiful each and every person is. No matter how tall or short, pimply or olive skinned, straight hair or curly, quiet or flamboyant. With the odd prop and some good humour, some soft light and gentle encouragement I’d like to portray the bits that make a young girl (or guy) so beautiful – purely by virtue of the fact that they are who they are.
Spot little sister Romany cream – sneaking a teen styled pose on the hanging chair!!
A lovely quote to keep in mind:
“Did you hear about the rose that grew from a crack in the concrete? Proving nature’s laws wrong, it learned to walk without having feet. Funny, it seems to by keeping it’s dreams; it learned to breathe fresh air. Long live the rose that grew from concrete when no one else even cared.”
― Tupac Shakur, The Rose That Grew from Concrete