Juni 2019 notice: I'm moving all my blog posts to Contentful and Gatsby. Some images will be missing for a few weeks as I move all the content by hand.
A month ago, I photographed my first wedding. It was booked earlier this spring and I’ve agonized about it every day since. There’s no room for errors when it comes to weddings — you have to deliver.
I arrived the day before the ceremony, which gave me some time to check out the location and to document the preparations of the venue.
On the day of the wedding, I woke up early to have breakfast before everyone else. In-between numerous cups of coffee, I double- and triple-checked my checklists for the day. Everything was in order. Finally, the other guests arrived and the work day begun. First, I spent some intense hours covering the bride’s and groom’s preparations in their respective rooms.
After lunch, the wedding officially kicked off. Guests arrived and mingling begun. Photographing people at parties is an interesting challenge; you have to be likable so that people relax, but also keep a certain distance so you can get the good shots. You mingle, small talk and move on.
Then it was time for the ceremony. The dreaded once-in-a-lifetime, no-second-chances ceremony. I have to admit — I was nervous about it.
But as the band started playing and the ceremony begun, I actually felt calm. Everything was much slower and more relaxed than I had imagined. There was plenty of time to try different compositions and lenses and to double-check that the exposure was right. I even enjoyed it.
After the ceremony, a happy sigh of relief. A quick scroll through the memory cards confirmed that I had managed to get some great shots. My phone, however, quickly reminded me that it was time for portraits.
The rest of the evening rushed by. Reception, dinner, speeches. And finally, after 12 hours of intense photography — a first dance.