Few things age one more than attending a wedding where you remember the bride as a ‘youngen.’ It’s fifteen years since I first met Arielle. She was the daughter of a colleague whom I had worked alongside closely in the broadcast industry at a time when Labour emerged from their eighteen year powerless wilderness, we were mourning the loss of Diana and you couldn’t get into France because truck drivers had blockaded the country; some things never seemingly change. “My, haven’t you grown? I remember you when,” are well traveled phrases, but appropriately mused during this particular wedding consultation with the family. As a wedding photographer I don’t shoot differently when I have a personal family connection with my clients, although my awareness of the emotional impact of a day is undoubtedly heightened. This remains one of my favourites from the day. The minister, her Grandfather, has just proclaimed the couple husband and wife. “Yes!” Arielle claps her hands and whoops with delight at a moment where most brides are wondering if they are allowed even a small PDA to seal the deal.
DORSET WEDDING: Lansdowne Baptist Church
SHOOTING DATA: Canon 5DMk2, 24mm, F2, 1/3200, ISO 1250, over by a third.