Last weekend we headed down the coast to Torquay to celebrate the engagement of Lyndal May, photographer extraordinaire, to her writer fiance Ollie Milman. It was an ace weekend for many reasons, but the best thing about these two lovebirds getting married is that it isn’t about pleasing anyone or putting on a show - they’ve been together for years, and are doing it because they’re truly, deeply in love. aaaah :)
My friend Samantha Coles is a hair and make up artist for film and TV, and happened to ask if she could practice on me that morning. As well as making gals and guys look smokin hot, Sam enjoys mixing buckets of fake blood in her back yard for zombie flicks. I think if you told me when I was a kid that Id grow up to be surrounded by so many creative people (as opposed to the suit wearing money hounds I was groomed to be/be surrounded by), I would have been really happy. Lyndal’s pal Laura Owsianka is also a photographer and kindly allowed me to use her happy snaps. I like this one of me cos I look like I really have my shit together.
On top of being generally fabulous and madly in love, Lyndal’s a mean baker. She whipped up a batch of my favourite cupcakes (red velvet) and the most amazing brownie I have ever eaten (it had raspberries in it). Her dad, the one and only Dave Stewart, was also in attendance - his garage is epic and contains a Lotus, a Mustang and an Escort, which he likes to tinker away at whilst listening to Adele.
As well as delicious desserts, the weekend featured a woodfired pizza oven, a bottomless bowl of sangria, a pair of crazy chickens, and this song on repeat. If last weekend was any indication, their wedding is gonna kick some ass.