A wedding at Ayios Georgios

Tapers down eight long tables, and a pair of pillars either side of the church door.

The church door came first, at four in the afternoon, with a pillar either side of it and the doors held open for the wind coming up off the sea. Then the tables: eight of them laid end to end under the trees, tapers low enough to talk across and holders heavy enough to stay where they were put.

Everything was poured in the studio the week before, unscented, because a church at that size fills in minutes and the day is not about what we do. We stayed until the last one was lit.