2 December 2017

There's definitely perks of being a wedding photographer, and none more so than being old friends of the pair getting tied. I remember being final year at university, living in our student multiplex accommodation and meeting both Jack and Natasha, two seemingly different yet incredibly gentle souls. We were essentially kids back then, and the news of the recent development of a romance between those walls spread like wildfire between the forest of excited late teens. And I think that's one of the perks of finding true love early. You meet people when everything is still free, exciting, and simple. You essentially lock this philosophy down and carry it far into your adulthood. 

Being involved in the wedding party on a day such as theirs is one thing. But being the photographer, you get to see the story for both sides of the page - a treat few others have the honour of witnessing. You get to see the nervousness in the otherwise relaxed, cool witted boys; and the excitement, but also panic of the bride and her maids. As photographers we see the full picture, the entire story, the tale. And it's a genuine thrill to be able to share that with their world.