Picture this. Sally had sworn off men, booked a one-way ticket to London and all but packed her bags. Eleven weeks before take-off, there was a friend's birthday party in a courtyard, and there was the man, the myth, the hungover enigma: Mitch. He offered her a glass of wine. She wrote her number in his phone under "Sally Corben Call Me". Bold. Iconic. Effective.
Sally still made it to London, but hours-long phone calls and the tyranny of long distance only lasted six months before she was back on a plane to Sydney and back by Mitch's side. And Mitch, a man with "courage" tattooed down his back, was never going to let her go twice.
On the 22nd of February 2025, the pair got married in an intimate ceremony at a private residence before taking the party to the State Library of NSW. Sally, an art director by trade, dreamed up the whole thing around a "Fever Dream" concept inspired by Italian Futurism. Think sculptural florals bursting with grapes, figs, radicchio and artichokes, jazz by day and operatic drama over dinner.
It was fashion, it was art, it was a full-blown love letter. As Sally put it in her vows, "it has always been you."
Sally and Mitch, what a privilege. Pour a glass of wine (courtyard optional) and relive the fever dream.
