Amelia Miranda

and finally, pt. 3 some things deserve film. our wedding day, shot on super 8. edited at home by me. thankyou to the lovely tiri @flamesinframe for capturing it so perfectly 💌

pt 2. slightly less sweaty, but no less unadulterated joy. ripped suits, dirty hems, faces aching from smiling. every speech made me well up. the dance floor was ridiculous. and while our wedding was TIRAMISU, my dress just happened to look exactly like my favourite Italian pastry (sfogliatelle) 🥐 reception venue: @oldpalmliquor earrings: @pearloctopuss.y dress + neck scarf: @lola.varma dj + absolute vibe bringer: @bou_vie photographer: @brownpaperparcel mc + best mate: @dasjaycist cake: @mali_bakes florals: @rosestudios___ stubby cooler merch: me (pls don’t sue me annalisa tomatoes)

pt 1. sweaty, unadulterated joy. the day least likely to rain in the calendar did, for exactly seven minutes. right as I walked down the aisle. perfect timing. lucky 🤍 ceremony venue: fitzroy gardens photographer: @brownpaperparcel florals: @rosestudios___ dress: @lola.varma veil: my mums rings: @eloisefalkiner @michaelhillj earrings: vintage @rderavenel via @stopstaringboutique2_ shoes: @jimmychoo suit: vintage @brunellocucinelli_brand via @therealreal cufflinks: vintage @georgjensen shoes: @jacquessoloviereparis mua: @sally_axford

2025 has been…a year. We camped. We swam (I watched Tay swim*) in freezing water, rode the emotional rollercoaster that is India, lost half my wisdom (teeth) in an emergency before visiting actual emergency for a cursed and swollen elbow, snuck off to Tassie where it rained more than it ever has in a single day, and spent half the year inspecting houses that openly laughed in our financial faces. Then went to ONE auction and somehow walked out with…a deed? Flew back to Blighty for a hot minute to see my favourite people and had a perfect weekend of pop-punk and love. I found my wedding dress at a random sample sale I wasn’t even supposed to be at. And we found our actual house through a kind stranger on Reddit who basically became my property therapist. Forever grateful 2 u, user “Nottaylormead”. Still have my betrothed soon to be husband (!!!) Taylorina, all my loved ones, almost all my teeth, both my nonnas (one just made 102?!) and got to watch good friends fall in love, land new jobs, share new baby news, and patiently endure my rants delivered at breakneck speed. There is good in this world…but holy fuck it’ll turn you grey 👵🏻 and make you feel like Robin Williams stepping out of Jumanji to get there. Right. That’s all. Getting in all my reminiscing now. please do not speak to me until 2026.

I guarantee no one is having more fun than a bunch of millennials at a pop punk cover night in a regional seaside town (charli eat yer heart out)

LOVE MY MATES, LOVE MY (EURO) HENS, FOREVER, AND EVER, AND EVER, AMEN 💘

Kerala; Munnar, The Backwaters and Varkala. A wild elephant herd having a play in the river, the best veg thali of my life, stray puppies following us home (heaven, basically) 🐘

Kids cooling off in the heat, Periyar River

South Goa. fish thali’s from Ramas, the best Tawa prawn fry, warm seas, hot nights, cold kingfisher ultras

Cannonballs off the rocks at Colomb Beach, South Goa

Hampi, Karnataka

to the southern most tip of mainland australia, thank-you and goodnight. ✨