I love photographing weddings, but I neither pretend nor aspire to be a specialist wedding photographer.
The specialists usually photograph only weddings. Shoots at the agreed locations are planned to the last detail, often based on a portfolio of previous photos, or of ones that their clients have found online – the sunset kiss, the dress, the rings, the bouquet toss, and so on. They may bring stylists and lighting assistants. In case of doubt, they will get the couple and their guests to ‘do another take’, replaying the moment until they’re sure they have the perfect, Instagram-worthy image. They charge a lot.
If that’s what they are into, good luck to them. Some make a very good living, I’m told. And good luck to their clients, if that’s the kind of wedding photos they want.
AI-generated wedding photos, anyone?
But sorry, it isn’t my thing at all. And if a couple comes to me and I sense that’s what they are looking for, I politely suggest they find someone else. For me, living a wedding ought to take priority over photographing it. And I really believe that the only wedding photographs of true, lasting value are ones that capture fleeting moments of spontaneous emotion, rather than those that conform to a preconceived idea. I mean, why not go all the way, and get AI to produce the wedding album without the bother of having an actual ceremony at all?
Three weddings, no funeral
This summer, I photographed three absolutely lovely weddings. All three couples assured me that what they really wanted was images that caught the feelings of the event, produced by the unpredictable chemistry between the friends and family members present. Two of them, in fact, told me that my street photography was a key factor in their decision to work with me. Of course, in each case, we did make some posed group photos. And of course I took care to get nice shots during the exchange of vows, and the exchange of rings.
But if I look back at the images from those three wonderful wedding days, the ones that best meet the clients’ briefs were unplanned – could not have been planned, as a matter of fact.
I, too, lived those days intensely. I took a lot of photos, as I always do. And from time to time what I saw through my viewfinder was genuine, no-kidding magic.