Happy Monday Dotties! Was your weekend a beautiful one? Did you enjoy the sunshine? Tick more wedding errands off your list?
If you are planning your wedding, we have some simple words of advice – make your wedding truly personal to you as a couple. Shut out the noise of the latest ‘must have’ idea, and add the elements to your day that truly resonate with you as a couple. The important thing is that it is your day to do with what makes you happy – and nothing else matters. To help you plan your dream wedding, check out Ms Polka Dot’s Directory and we’re sure you’ll find the perfect vendor just for you. We have Photobooth Hire, we have Wedding Gifts and Registries, we have Hair & Beauty and Favors & Decor Accessories – we even have Bridal Gowns and Catering! Our vendors are a fabulous bunch of people – always ready to ensure your wedding day is as perfect as can be.
Check out Ms Polka Dot’s Directory for wedding vendors who will love your wedding as much as you!
If enthusiasm and boundless energy to create something different and beautiful could be bottled, then the effervescence of Oli of Briars Atlas wedding photography would pop like a champagne cork! With a background in art, each image is carefully edited to extract the best shadows, light and emotion from each photograph. Moody, clever and unusual images are the key to elevating the images to art forms – always using his special way of seeing things to create something unusual and breathtaking.
We asked Oli of Briars Atlas five questions in five minutes:
What is your favourite after five drink?
M8, do you even Shiraz? Yeah but nah, pretty into Espresso Martinis. So it’ll start with the former and finish with the latter. Or the other way around – it really depends what kind of week it was.
Your favourite weekend getaway?
I always default to Wilsons Prom for this, and went there every year as a kid. A fun 3 hour drive to one of the most wonderful parts of Victoria. Swimming around Tidal River & Sealers Cove, sunset hangouts at Mt Oberon, and hikes down any number of the obvious or more hidden trails, some of which are alien like. Whether rocking a tent or putting your yuppie hat on and hiring one of the incredible modern cabins you can’t go wrong. And wombats. Did I mention wombats? Only the greatest animal ever created. A great place in summer, but an equally great one in the winter downtime to explore. This message has been brought to you by the Victoria Tourism Association (slip the moolah under the mat guys).
Especially in Melbourne, we’re spoilt for choice. I’ve always said there’s a real “care economy” – and so the standard is crazy high. This is both good and bad, and it’s changed how I view restaurants, cafes, the lot. My favourite cafe nearby for example has fairly ordinary coffee, but the ramshackle-meets-jungle fitout (not a white hipster tile in sight), calm background music and experience of the gloriously excitable owner who cheerfully can’t ever seem to remember your order (might be why it’s usually empty) makes that a moot point. And it’s not about getting the “best” all the time – that’s boring. Am I leading this into an apologetic segue about how I love this crappy restaurant somewhere with appealing salmon-toned curtains & lampshades? No, but I’m more interested in the lo-fi now and the smaller things that go into making a place great and personally appealing, rather than the obvious. Same with our photography…the craft matters, but it’s just as important, if not more that they like that little x-factor about you. So while I definitely don’t have a favourite here I’m going to say that sometimes, you need a little bit of Pellegrinis (66 Bourke St, Melbourne) in your life.
What can we find you eating for breakfast on a Sunday morning?
Living in Prahran, if I head out it’ll usually be to either Journeyman or my super-local, Soldier On. Great crew and incredible food & drink. Hard to go wrong south-side. If I resemble an adult and get out early enough, Rosamond in Fitzroy is a favourite little gem. But don’t tell anyone about it.
Your favourite wedding story?
There’s once-in-a-lifetime one that involves ‘the Boss’, who was a guest, casually jumping up and fronting the band for an hour in a backyard in New Jersey. An incredible & treasured experience being two feet away from the best of the best (while working my ass off) that I’m still pinching myself about. It’s a gloriously strange job sometimes.