Jacqui & Clint are Married

She Said Yes. Then She Said I Do.

There is a particular kind of wedding that requires no explanation. No grand venue, no receiving line, no performance of joy for an audience. Just the thing itself — distilled, deliberate, entirely enough.

On the 20th of April, 2026, our founder got married.

A penthouse overlooking Lake Wakatipu. Mountains on the horizon, the kind that make everything below them feel both small and significant at once. Candlelight. The particular warmth of a room that has been considered down to its last detail — because that is the only way she knows how to do anything.

A gown with a floor-length lace-trimmed veil. Clint in black. Pink roses and hydrangeas. Twenty-two people who mattered, and nothing else — because nothing else was needed.

The wedding was submitted to Vogue Brides Australia. Not as a celebrity moment. As a study in aesthetic intention — the kind of day where every choice, from the light in the room to the flowers on the table, was made with the same philosophy that runs through everything she builds: restraint over excess, meaning over decoration, the personal over the performed.

The story, for those who know it, began in the most unlikely of places — a television experiment that paired both of them with other people. What followed was something no producer could have written: two people who found each other anyway, in the margins of a story that was supposed to be about someone else.

An engagement in April 2025. A ring — 5.08 carats, oval, set in platinum and 18ct gold. And then, quietly, a wedding in her hometown.

Twenty-two people. Every one chosen with the same intention she brings to everything — nothing by accident, nothing for appearance, everything with meaning.

The brand took a week off. Orders were delayed. Nobody apologised.

Some things are worth every second.

Mr & Mrs Rice. 20 April 2026.

Photography: Dean Snushall