Beth, Chris and N were kind enough to invite me up to Philadelphia to photograph them in the neighborhood where Beth grew up. It’s a really cool area, where we couldn’t go more than half a block without running into someone Beth knows. I met this rad family at another client’s wedding and it was great to see them again. And always exciting when folks are looking for that documentary angle to their family pictures (because I really don’t do any other kind of family sessions).
If you were wondering how awesome my life is when I’m not photographing weddings, this post should put that question to rest. In the midst of December, with holidays looming large and many presents still to buy, some of my dearest friends and I gathered for a party of epic proportions. There was Dom Perignon from 1992. There were caviar and salmon rillettes. There were hand-written menus (that I did not photograph, but I did hand-write). It was mandatory tie – for everyone.
It doesn’t. It shouldn’t be hanging out of windows or dangling from big chandeliers in the middle of staircases. In fact, the place your wedding dress really belongs is somewhere damn close to where you’ll put it on – probably your hotel room. Why? Because that’s the only place it makes any sense for it to be.