Adam and Aura, Bree Street Studios. Shooting a wedding in a vineyard is one thing. Shooting a wedding in the middle of a city is something else altogether. Now I’ve always wanted to shoot a wedding in New York City. Imagine hustling and bustling through that. yellow taxis, hotdog stands, saying howdee to Bruce Springsteen as you bump into him on a street corner. That must just be fully, seriously, ridiculously, awesomely rad. That would defs be the shizzle I tell you. But getting to grips with a bride and groom in the heart of Cape Town isn’t all that shoddy either. And when you’re battling the small issue of rush hour traffic as you go about the knitting, things get very interesting. It’s not just a colourful setting we have here, our people are pretty colourful too. And they’re not exactly afraid to stop their vehicles, hoot, shout out all manner of congratulations, wave, ululate and, and, and. It all gets a bit messy and a bit chaotic. But then it is all in the spirit of the day and they do all mean well – even if that photographer fellow is trying to dart left and right between plants, trucks, motorbikes, cars and pedestrians in order to try and get some semi-decent photos in between the mayhem. Without getting killed. Suddenly, Adam catches sight of a boxing gym. In we go. Into the ring Adam and Aura go. Skipping ropes and sweat flying all around us. Back into the traffic. Back into the steaming, relentless morass of heaving vehicles and bodies we return as they desperately, slowly, agonisingly try to squeeze, shove and push their way out of the city. Up the stairs and into Bree Street Studios. We dive into the Horas – and into the steaming, heaving, relentless morass of sweat-soaked celebration.