2025. Beauty, Madness. Bare Ass Chaos. The Best Of

2025. Beauty. Madness. Bare Ass Chaos.

What a year.

Loud. Emotional. Slightly unhinged. Sometimes literally naked.

To every couple who trusted me in 2025 — thank you. You let me into your people. Your families. Your chaos. That’s not something I take lightly.

This year felt different.

In the best way.

The Beauty

I saw more couples walk away from trends.

Less “we have to do this.”
More “this feels like us.”

It was refreshing as hell.

Small hand squeezes before the aisle.
Private forehead touches.
Deep breaths behind doors.

You chose connection over perfection.

And it made the photos better.

Because real always wins.

The Madness

Now the fun part.

Champagne sprays. Everywhere.
Beer poured from one mouth to another.
Dance floors turning feral by 9pm.

And yes. A surprising amount of nudity. Zero complaints. Just good people having the time of their lives.

When the ties come off.
When the heels get kicked away.
When someone screams for one more song.

That’s when the magic happens.

That’s when nobody cares about the camera.

The Moment

One packed dance floor.

The groom dancing with his mum in the middle.

Suddenly the whole wedding is singing “Eddie’s Mum” to the tune of Stacey’s Mum. Directly at her.

She’s laughing. Then crying. Then fully sobbing.

So was I.

Chaos and love at the same time.

You can’t plan that stuff. You just have to be ready for it.

The Shift

I stopped looking sideways this year.

Stopped chasing trends. Started trusting instinct.

More movement.
More feeling.
Less perfect. More real.

I felt closer to my couples than ever. I left weddings with new friends. Not just galleries delivered.

That means everything.

The Doubt (And The Pride)

Imposter syndrome tried to sneak in at the end of the season.

It always does.

Then I looked back through the year.

And I felt proud.

Not because it was polished.
But because it was honest.

It felt like you.
It felt like me.

That’s the goal.

To My 2025 Couples

Thank you for trusting me with your wild friends. Your emotional mums. Your champagne chaos.

Thank you for doing it your way.

If you’re planning your wedding — here’s your sign.

Do what feels right.
Sing the stupid song.
Start the champagne spray.
Ignore the trends.

I’ll be there. Probably laughing. Possibly crying.

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Let’s do it all again next year.