When people ask me if I shoot weddings, I send them to my website, to see ‘how’ I photograph weddings.
My style is not for everyone.
For me, a wedding is a story, and my intent is to capture the many parts.
I like to document the day. Moment by moment. Every moment, if possible. Every person too.
I like to capture the main event, and swing round, quietly, to capture responses to beautiful moments.
I am a photographer who often has tears slipping quietly down my face, as I capture exquisite moments of love, courage, and kindness during weddings.
Clare’s father, who flew to England from Australia, having made his recovery goal walking her down the aisle, after a powerful stroke almost destroyed him. Photographing him, walking her down the aisle, I cried quietly. Then again, I’m sure so many cried.
Or Kathleen’s Spanish husband, Manuel, who honoured Kathleen’s father’s religion by making a space for tradition during the ceremony. The father broke down in tears, when he realised, and as he and the groom hugged, that was me, capturing the moment, crying quietly.
I am also the kind of photographer who, so caught up in the Balkan music being played at the Jewish/Muslim wedding, in a Moroccan restaurant in Berlin … the kind of photographer who ended up capturing the energetic, athletic dancer from my vantage point on a restaurant table.
In Norway, at Ren and Egil’s wedding, I captured every single guest, as a portrait, without them knowing. Mostly. Sometimes, caught, I stopped to chat and get permission but mostly, my camera and I worked invisibly.
I love the beautiful soup of weddings. People, who may not have seen each other in years, come together to celebrate the love and commitment a couple are making.
