One was a woman colleague who was embarking on her second marriage,
and the other was my boss. He was a keen amateur photographer himself, and had
agreed to do a friend’s wedding but then got cold feet and asked me to take
over. Ha! The boss wants a favour now, yeah? OK, so grovel. He grovelled, and also
promised me full rights to a share of the wedding breakfast and the
bridesmaids' favours (which is a joke, by the way.) And so I agreed on the
understanding that there would be lots of fine wine and the best smoked salmon
to be had (I wasn’t vegetarian then, to my everlasting shame.)
I tried to do things a little differently while acceding to
the commissioners’ right to have a sensible record of their big day. I tried to
be creative, but what the hell. The smoked salmon and fine wine were excellent
on both occasions. And I got one shot which I’m pleased to present in all its
glory.
I won’t try to describe why I think it’s a good photograph.
I’m not here to sell myself and I’ve had enough of ego for one day (having
been told by the woman in the coffee shop that I am now ‘known’, although what
I’m known for, apart from the fact that I take cream with my coffee, I’m not
exactly sure.) Suffice it to say that it’s a photographer’s photograph, a
Cartier-Bresson-type photograph, an un-posed photograph which captures a moment,
a picture which seems to me to combine structural integrity with the human
touch (and now I’m sounding pretentious. Sorry.) Best of all, it isn’t a
typical commercial wedding picture. It doesn’t even move. (And it is to my eternal regret that I missed the following moment - when the woman in the car shut the door and the man leaning on it fell over. I'm kidding.)
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