KSG Photography
13th of October 2008 (Mon), 18:07
Anyone who has ever shot a wedding will know the nerves you feel in the run up to the event, the nerves/ rush/ blind panic of the day and, for those of us old enough to have done it with film, the sweat filled nightmares as you wait for the films to come back safely from the lab.
However, I thought I'd share the 'highlights' of my first one with you and would love to hear about yours.
The first wedding I did was a work colleague of a friend of a friend etc. in a notoriously 'wild' town just outside Glasgow on a Friday afternoon. The reception was held in a local bar - while it was still serving members of the public (including half the local bricklayers still in their work clothes) The top table was positioned right next to the slot machine and - because a customer refused to stop playing it during the speeches - a fight ensued between two or three of the aforementioned brickies and the groom and best man!
As the rain was torrential (hey, it's Scotland, what d'ya expect? lol) I had to take the photos in the bar! (complete with politely asking the brickies to get out of the shot)
I was asked to shoot the cutting of the cake, which wouldn't arrive til 8.30pm with some evening guests. That meant I 'enjoyed' the meal at a table with guests who emptied several LARGE bags of Columbian Marching Powder up their noses, rolled joints of Jamaican proportions (all at the table) and the drunk couple who (after telling me that, due to his medication, HE shouldn't really be drinking cos the last time he did, it took 6 cops to arrest him!) kept offering me money to take "Hard-core photos of us f***ing tonight"
The following day, when I called my 'mentor' to tell about the previous nights exploits and declare that I would "...never do another bl00dy wedding again!" He just laughed and asked "Was there anything else that could've gone wrong?" When I replied that I didn't think so, he calmly said "Then the rest will be a piece of cake, won't they?"
However, I thought I'd share the 'highlights' of my first one with you and would love to hear about yours.
The first wedding I did was a work colleague of a friend of a friend etc. in a notoriously 'wild' town just outside Glasgow on a Friday afternoon. The reception was held in a local bar - while it was still serving members of the public (including half the local bricklayers still in their work clothes) The top table was positioned right next to the slot machine and - because a customer refused to stop playing it during the speeches - a fight ensued between two or three of the aforementioned brickies and the groom and best man!
As the rain was torrential (hey, it's Scotland, what d'ya expect? lol) I had to take the photos in the bar! (complete with politely asking the brickies to get out of the shot)
I was asked to shoot the cutting of the cake, which wouldn't arrive til 8.30pm with some evening guests. That meant I 'enjoyed' the meal at a table with guests who emptied several LARGE bags of Columbian Marching Powder up their noses, rolled joints of Jamaican proportions (all at the table) and the drunk couple who (after telling me that, due to his medication, HE shouldn't really be drinking cos the last time he did, it took 6 cops to arrest him!) kept offering me money to take "Hard-core photos of us f***ing tonight"
The following day, when I called my 'mentor' to tell about the previous nights exploits and declare that I would "...never do another bl00dy wedding again!" He just laughed and asked "Was there anything else that could've gone wrong?" When I replied that I didn't think so, he calmly said "Then the rest will be a piece of cake, won't they?"