First of all, it’s my birthday! So that means you’re obligated to comment today and only today (well, sort of tomorrow also but we’ll let it slide) and tell me what you think of my images. Basically no one ever comments and it feels like I’m writing into a void – so on this day, say something! You gotta, it’s my birthday.
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.