Long before I photographed her wedding, I saw Immodesty Blaize perform in the early days of The Whoopee Club. It was a small, hot, smoky basement in Westbourne Grove, well before burlesque was cool again. She was phenomenal.

Years later I was photographing her wedding to Gregory in Monaco. Nifty the dog came to the civil ceremony. There was another ceremony at the cathedral, a reception overlooking the sea at Le Cap Estel and a long night at Jimmyz. It was grand, theatrical and occasionally ridiculous in exactly the right ways.