02/06/2026
27°c. Pizza. The groom’s brother as celebrant — which meant the ceremony was brilliant and the crying started embarrassingly early.
We slipped out between courses for portraits in the streets around MKII. No plan. Just Hackney doing what Hackney does on a hot Saturday afternoon. Then back inside, she stood up to give her speech, and by the end every glass in the room was in the air.
Two frames. Both black and white. Both doing more than I can.