Dorset Wedding : Katie & Tom : Part Two

Katie first came across me during the summer of 2010 on Twitter, where by definition I’m a wittier soul than on my blog, what with the brevity of a 140 character restriction to messages. She and Tom had met in London and had moved together to Melbourne – I’m sure not as instantaneously as the brevity of that description of events might infer – and they would return to her native Dorset to marry in August of 2012. It would prove to be something of a journey for them not just geographically but also logistically, as all wedding planning indeed is but in this case a change of job down under necessitated a change of date up over and a few such potential changes later, both in time and specific location, led them to the eve of New Year’s Eve, December 2011 and a wedding day fixed to take place in the Italian Villa at Compton Acres, Poole.

If amidst that prolonged journey you happened to miss the ceremony and all that preceded it, it’s all still there to witness in Part One.

Amongst many things, not least that it was emotionally enriching, fun, relaxed and exciting in equal measure, Katie & Tom’s wedding day was quite a delight visually. A fully branded wedding one might say.

Katie is a self-taught graphic designer. She also makes a slick Web site. In addition to this she runs a successful family photography business in Melbourne. She’s also a trained dancer with professional flair. All of this on top of being a senior manager in a multi-national company. It all makes for great wedding planning and production skills. Tom’s no low-flier himself, it’s just that the CV of a daughter delivered in the father-of bride’s speech tends to vary in tone and nature to that delivered on the groom’s behalf in a best-man’s speech (though it must be said Tom came off glowingly in this respect too).

Both pooled their skills to develop the visual branding for their wedding day with Tom creating the table plan map and table names.

I could have got the visual point across with just the one photograph or maybe even three but I really like looking at the full set. I’ve been lucky enough to spend some time in Sydney, but only in Sydney when it comes to Australia and I find that reading all the table names affords me a journey of the imagination…

And then there’s Hobart, a name that resonates deeply within my psyche. In between my undergraduate and my masters studies I worked in a large bar. I started off as a glass collector and pot wash. It was a job that could easily annihilate the soul, the pot wash aspect far more than the glass collecting as the latter at least afforded interaction with humans (progressing onto full bar work opened up a whole other world of eclectic, fascinating and enjoyable human interaction). The pot wash aspect involved operating a large machine, Hobart, not just a brand name to me but a name name, the personification of a machine. I think it was a derivative of Stockholm Syndrome at work. Hobart was a complex and difficult beast to operate, an unforgiving one to the nonchalant, the distracted and the clumsy. He could scald where a human might scold. I developed a system though that worked Hobart to capacity and kept him fully focused on that work. The applied imagination required was critical to the maintenance of my sanity, I believe. I’d completely forgotten about that aspect of my past. It all came flooding back though. They were good times (most of all the bar work though). I doubt very much the thing was actually built in Australia and shipped across to the UK though. This is what the Hobart I operated looked like (not like the table name image below; there’s a picture at the end of the link). I was at this amazing wedding wasn’t I?..

Katie’s dad, Chris; lovely speech…

Tom’s speech blew me away emotionally in places…

Tom’s best man, Alex, declared that he couldn’t understand, considering the importance of the best man’s speech to the role, why Tom had chosen someone for whom English was a second language and who furthermore was averse to public speaking…

He then proceeded to vindicate Tom’s choice fully by delivering a marvellously insightful, rich and animated monologue that evidenced a nuanced grasp of British humour (Alex hails from Brazil by the way)…

The food, glorious. Heartfelt thanks to Katie & Tom for seeing to it that I was well sustained into the evening…

Who needs a photographer? A lovely multi-personalised touch; Katie & Tom have special plans for the pictures. I’m not sure I’m allowed to say what those are yet (am I, Katie?) but it’s something worthy of sharing…

“Are you Mister Phill?”

I confirmed that I was in the manner I know best. I took a photograph.

“Katie’s been really excited about this for weeks.”

“Getting married? I dare say she’s been excited a great deal longer than that.”

“No, about being photographed by you.”

Inexplicable terror descended upon me. No pressure there then. As quickly as it came, it passed…

It may seem a rather lonely scene but it’s not at all representative of how the wedding was for one second. As a stand-alone image I like it though, a great deal. Katie & Tom had snuck off downstairs for a final rehearsal of their first dance. A brief moment of waiting…

Who needs a photographer indeed?..

11, I’d say…

It’s not that Katie was paying attention to what I was doing, how and where I was positioning myself for shots; not at all…

I can’t explain really. Well I can, but I’m not going to…

Likewise I found it a beneficial device for getting my head around the Cartesian coordinate system when I was studying maths for computer graphics, all those years ago…

It’s not often I find myself being serenaded with air guitar…

It’s close to midnight…

Congratulations Katie & Tom! Many thanks for having me along and for treating me so marvellously along the way. You were a true pleasure to work for. To work with indeed. And… many thanks for the slice of cake too (a few days after the wedding, I received a package in the post; a card featuring one of Katie & Tom’s first dance photographs and one of the branded cake boxes from the set featured in the opening photograph of this page. I swear I got a little drunk on the cake!)

Addendum: I’ve just read Katie’s blog feature on her wedding and I must say I’m blown away by it.

Contact Dorset Wedding Photographer Phillip Allen : phill@misterphill.com : 07870 696248

thomas - Amazing work again Phill, brought a tear to my eye this one. (Nice website to partner the blog btw.)

Ric Latham - WOW what a great wedding! love the bride and groom shots

Phillip Allen - Thanks Thomas :~)

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