Nineteen Ninety Eight was the year The Big Lebowski was released (to many, a seminal film; there are others from the Coen brothers that corral my mind more emphatically). Saving Private Ryan was released the same year. I watched that at the cinema. In the foyer, afterwards, I saw old men cry. Tears of recognition and reminiscence that touched me profoundly. That same year again, in rescuing and bringing to the big screen Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Terry Gilliam did as good a job of the film as might have been done, considering the circumstances. I place a great deal of stock in what Terry Gilliam does. 1998 was the year that Dave embarked upon his undergraduate studies, on a course I had just been assigned to lead. The release of those films is likely apropos to the latter fact but I’ve been sat here, wondering what else of significance happened those fourteen years ago. I’ve been meandering online. Googling, as modern parlance has it. Google was formed in 1998, as it happens (coined the year before, though).
So during the year that the Lunar Prospector found evidence of frozen water on the Moon, a liquid ocean was discovered under a thick crust of ice on Europa and building of the International Space Station commenced, Dave left school to set off for university; Jacquie, I believe, was approaching the conclusion of her A’ level studies at that same school (their paths didn’t mingle fully until some years later though) and I was trying to get my head around the enormity of my new career role. Some 14 years later I was photographing their wedding. During those interim years it had been a great pleasure to get to know Dave and to work alongside him (it might have been the curve ball he threw me during a presentation I was delivering, when he declared that he was allergic to colour and asked if there was anything that might be done to accommodate this idiosyncrasy, that provided the spur towards friendship or indeed it might have been any one of a number of not dissimilar encounters). Jacquie I had only met more recently and have found myself captivated by her energy, keenness of mind and abundantly evident generosity of spirit from the off. I’m happy for Dave; enormously so.
There’s genuine privilege in photographing all weddings but when it’s one that, were I not a photographer, I’d have attended as a guest pure and simple, there’s something all the more profound about the experience. You can’t beat a profound experience. Hopefully though, you can relate to others something of what it was all about. View full post »