The queue
Islington, 2019. Six people deep, one working booth, and an argument about whether four poses is too many. It was not.












Together with their families,
Alison Spaaij
and
Charlie Carpinteri
request the pleasure of your company at their marriage.
Islington, 2019. Six people deep, one working booth, and an argument about whether four poses is too many. It was not.
A third-floor walk-up, one radiator, and a fridge door that slowly filled with strips from every booth we could find.
Ravello, last spring. A question asked badly, twice, on a terrace above the sea. The answer arrived before the second attempt.
Still blank. That is the one we would like you in — there will be a booth, and you will be made to use it.
Ninety minutes by car. We are arranging a shared coach on the Friday afternoon — ask for a seat on the RSVP.
We hold rooms at two hotels in Ravello at a held rate until 1 July. Book under “Alison & Charlie”.
Linen over wool, colour over black. Stone floors and a cobbled walk up — heels are a brave choice.
That is one more face in the fourth frame. We will send the details nearer the time.
Your invitation names everyone we can fit. If it says one name, it is a small terrace, not a slight.
Yes, at the lunch and the welcome drinks. The evening is grown-ups only, and there is a sitter on site.
Your presence, genuinely. If you insist, there is a small registry — ask and we will send it.