Kabir + Tash are not your average couple. They are mixed race, but that is not what makes them special. They are so unique, cute and quirky that they almost speak their own language of love. This is they way I could describe them best;
“Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.”
– Louis de Bernieres, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin
This wedding was filled with so many wonderful things. Wonderful people, wonderful moments, rock throwing to Poisidon, drum circles and friends and family from all 4 corners of the globe. It was such an honour documenting this special time in your lives guys. I know you are going to make each other happy for many years to come.
Enjoy the memories!
Love, Christy xx
These photos are trult very special and reflect the love and respect these two very special people share
Dear Natasha and Kabir
The pictures are just just gorgeous of a very fabulous couple at a wonderful venue!!! You both look happy, radiant and having lots of fun!!! May your married life be filled with lots of love peace and happiness!
In the immortal words of Kahlil Gibran
Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls; Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup; Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf ;Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Much love Ish and Indira Singh – Iona’s parents