Deep in the Noosa rainforest there’s an old tree where young men go to carve the names of the women they love. 8 years ago a group of guys hiked into the forest, heading for the tree, and Dustin had a name to carve…
Noosa has played a big part in Alex and Dustin’s relationship so there was nowhere better to tie the knot than a little hidden grove overlooking the main beach. Friends, family, cocktails, ferry rides, laughter, hugs, dancing, singing, sparklers and a healthy swig of Bundaburg Rum.
Our first shoot in Noosa… it wasn’t bad…
It was great..!
There are some who say it can’t be done. To throw a wedding that straddles the line between a classy, stylish, cocktail soiree and an all-out, shirts off, split pants, dance fest. Surely it would take everything from bow-ties, lace and pearls to funk bands and fireworks. No-one could live at that speed!
Fiona and Joe told us that they were planning just such an event.
The day started well. A little tennis, a quick dip and then time for part one of the plan. Champagne and smooth suits, a beachside ceremony and sunset drinks, stylish and sophisticated… Bam! Done! Success! Time to turn it up to eleven.
Part two starts with a bang. Fireworks explode into the sky and the band launches into a scorching set of dance floor hits that has people literally dancing their clothes off.
Hands down the most fun we’ve ever had at a wedding without being guests.
p.s. the two of us managed to get through the night with our pants intact – just in case you were wondering.
I’m a sucker for a good story. Books, movies, music, photography it’s all about stories.
Zoe and Susan were married in Fiji. It sounds simple, just two people in love coming together, but if you look closer you start to see the stories. Little ones at first but as they interweave they become bigger and soon you realise that this wedding is not just a simple love story at all, it’s an adventure, and its huge!
Zoe and Susan were married in Fiji. But we come into their story much earlier…
When Lizzie was 19 she took a trip to Cyprus for her Auntie’s 40th where she spent a very drunken evening wandering the streets with a shopping trolley and a girl named Zoe. 13 years and many adventures later the girls met again in Cyprus, this time both girls were joined by their fiance’s.
Zoe and Susan were married in Fiji. Loved ones came from all across the globe for a week long party ensuring that the girls’ friends became everyone’s friends… and if that didn’t bring people together the appearance of cyclone Evan sure would.
Zoe and Susan were married in Fiji. It wasn’t the start of the story and it certainly isn’t the end, but it was the chapter that Lizzie and I were asked to tell and we could never thank them enough for letting us be a part of it.
We were only back in Australia for a week when I ran into my old band manager Joe… “Did you hear? Petersen’s getting married on Saturday!”
I’ve known Andrew for a long time and we used to play together in Indigo Husk too many years ago now than I’d care to admit but it had been a long time since I’d seen him.
So on a sunny summer day, surrounded by friends and family and overlooking the ocean at Burleigh Heads, my friend married the woman he loves, and Lizzie and I were so happy to be there to document what happened.