My one-and-only wedding shoot
I’ve never really had the urge to shoot weddings.
The thought of shepherding dozens of half-cut wedding guests into photos they don’t really wanna be in is my idea of hell on earth.
But when I was asked if I’d be the unofficial second shooter at the wedding of close friends, I thought I’d give it a go. All of the fun of shooting candid portraits without the stress of being the sole photographer.
My brief was dead simple: shadow the groom and tell his pre-ceremony story.
I started at the family home, and arrived just as the speeches were being mentally rehearsed.
…as the groom’s proud father did his best to wind them both up.
A few incidentals to set the scene.
And then it was time to get ready. Ties can be tricky, so it’s best to concentrate.
Inevitably, the champagne soon started flowing.
An alcohol-soaked theme soon developed. A bit of Dutch courage?
And, because I don’t do formal portraits, this happened.
Although I can do nice if needed.
All was going swimmingly, so we had time to time to sneak in another quick pint or two before the ceremony began.
I wanted to get an informal shot of the groomsmen, and found a great backdrop in the pub.
11.53am – seven minutes till blast-off. Let’s do this.
And so to the ceremony. I kept my head down and let the main man do his thang, but did manage to get a few shots in.
And here they are: the happy couple.
And finally, my favourite shots from the day.
Firstly, the obligatory confetti shot.
I saw the mischievous twinkle in the eye of the bride’s father’s, realised he was up to something, and managed to catch this triptych.
The best man and guests reflected in the groom’s shades. And some booze, naturally.
And finally, because old habits die hard and all that, I couldn’t resist a couple of shots of the Roller.
What a day.