London Wedding : Sarah & Ben : Part One
Just follow the shoes. Or ask for directions at reception.
The last time I found myself on this same roof, admiring this same view, contemplating a wedding I was due to shoot the following morning in London, a different wedding, I realised I’d left my suit behind.
So here I was again, back on Sarah & Ben’s roof, admiring their view over the city, contemplating the arrival of their wedding day. I was wearing my suit, only this time I’d forgotten my cameras!
How else would I have taken these photos, silly?
Hey! Pesto! And yes, indeed, that roof door!
Peekaboo! Playful synonyms.
I rely on you, like an acrobat needs... ice cold socks? Like a hairpin needs a... svither supur, like an HGV needs... almond bits, like a photographer needs a basic command of aperture settings.
Taking an avowedly photo-journalistic approach to wedding photography, I never set things up. Quite why Sarah had hung her dress in the doorway that linked the sleeping and bathing quarter of her apartment to the living, dining and cooking quarter was a mystery to me. Surely there'd be a great deal of to-ing and fro-ing going on between the two? Now I think of it, they're not really quarters in the mathematical sense. As I think further, I recall that the dress wasn't much use to my documentary needs safely hung in the wardrobe. So, I present to you my photo-journalistic record of the result of Sarah agreeing to removing the dress from the wardrobe; a honest picture. Anyway, about this dress. Sarah bought the silk and delivered the material along with a design of her own making to the dress-maker, Silvia at Beau Monde. She found the buttons at Button Queen and Silvia and her team put them on for her.
Ann. Cooking up a fine breakfast. She kindly offered me a serving but regrettably I'd already eaten at the hotel I'd found just around the corner. My regret doesn't solely extend to having turned down the offer but in large part surrounds the fact that I had actually consumed what the hotel presented me with (though I will be leaving the place a good review on Booking.com) Invigorating colour scheme, takes me back to that stay in Dom's flat in Lewisham all those years ago. Unforgettable! Ever get the impression I'm not always tailoring my words to a broadcast market?
Terry. In the white room. Sarah had initially contemplated getting ready at a hotel. I'm really glad she chose to do it all at home, for the colours and the light; I adore her and Ben's apartment. Sarah's really glad likewise; she'll have a record of a significant moment in her life immersed in an environment of great personal meaning.
The first time I met Sarah I was taken by a keen intelligence, enveloped in sharp wit and delivered with compassion. She is the product of Ann & Terry, and marvellous people they are too. I was really very honoured to be afforded the experience of their interactions as a family on this morning.
And she made her own hat.
Lover of the written word as I am.
Ben spent the night before at the Hoxton Hotel. He and Sarah put me up there the night of the wedding too (a profuse public thank you to back up the personal one). I could have stayed there forever, or at least for a while longer. Than one night. Not a while longer than forever. Marvellous place. Fantastic attention to detail. I can imagine how the conversations went, "Room 650 has a somewhat uninspiring view; let's do something about it" and a great many others about the little things that go a long way in making a guest comfortable.
Binary Ben and his fine suit. Good effort sir, well rewarded.
There's only one Viv though. Viv. Andrew. Ben's Best Man.
"Have you seen the trailer for that film where these people get stuck in a lift and one of them is the Devil? Well..." and this week's answer to the existential crisis of wedding photography.
The look on Ben's face? With his commensurate directorial vision he knows before even I do that I've framed with the lunking big yellow safety sign in shot.
Ben's brother Matt lets slip a sigh of relief as I rectify the problem. Viv... Andrew... Viv isn't phased in the slightest. Not by what I'm doing anyway.
And there we all were, waiting for a taxi.
Part two, same time, same place tomorrow…
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