When she was nine years old, this girl had an abscess on her leg that spread to her face. It became so rampant that the doctors had to remove her right eye to control the infection. Since then she wore an artificial eye on that side — immaculately made to resemble her natural eye in the colour and even the fine details of the pupil. Her external eye muscles were sewn onto the prosthetic eye so that it moved together with her good eye on the left, only with minimal squint on the extreme lateral gazes. You could barely tell that it was artificial — I certainly couldn’t, until I closely examined with a torch!

When she was in her teens, she had a boyfriend. She decided to tell her boyfriend that her right eye was actually fake, and her boyfriend left her immediately.

Later in her twenties she met a guy, and they fell in love and got together. When she was deliberating whether to tell this guy the truth about her eyes, there was anxiety and she wasn’t sure what to expect.

But she told him the truth — and the guy looked at her and replied, “So what? I’ve only got one eye too.”

Just a few years ago, the guy had got into a major motor vehicle accident with severe facial trauma and skull fractures. The doctors had to fix a metal plate in his forehead and tie his left cheekbone together with wires. His left eye was still intact, but the optic nerves had been cut. The scars have healed up well now and only a very slight displacement of his left eye is what remains. Just by looking at him, you couldn’t tell that he was seeing only from his right eye. She had not known until then.

“I guess we were made for each other,” the woman said to me, sitting beside him. They are soon approaching their seventies, and have been together as husband and wife for more than forty years now. This is a true story.

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What makes a good wedding? There were no white Mercedes convertibles parked outside the church. No Christian Louboutin stilettos in the dressing room. No Tiffany & Co. diamonds on the altar. The location was not an exotic paradise in Bali. The hands were not immaculately manicured; they showed signs of hard work. There was no front put up to impress, and the people who turned up you could relate to everyday.

This is an honest girl being wed to an honest boy. All the very best for Melvin and Eunice. Thanks for letting me be part of this joyous celebration.

Here is a small selection of photos…

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We took these photos over two consecutive weekends, immediately before rushing to do YK & HT’s photoshoots. My work and personal life turned into ruins that month (yes, that bad!).

But it was good fun. I was glad to be the one dressed casually when we were walking on the busy streets of Melbourne with a hundred by-passers glancing at us!

I was more liberal in the tinting of these photos as Eunice liked photos with “ambient” pastel highlight and shadow hues. Many photos are non-standard size too, just to be artsy. This is not a style I normally go for; in fact sometimes I think I have allergies with them… But tell me what you think.

Here we are, a small humble selection:

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