Martin från England och Jessica från Sverige – en perfekt kombination. Båda är så charmiga, omtänksamma och roliga. Man vill bara hänga med dem, hela tiden. De gifte sig i Nacka kyrka och hade bröllopsfesten i Tornvillan vid Nacka strand fast jag var med redan när J gjorde sig i ordning…
Jag har aldrig gjort en “first look” innan (när man fotograferar första gången paret ser varandra på bröllopsdagen) men jag kommer definitivt göra det igen – kolla bara på J uttryck! Helt underbart. Älskar det.
“Never above you. Never below you. Always beside you.”
Well, ok, I studied in a French school twenty years ago, but I could still manage to say some “cute” words as I met Emelie and Nicolas’ families and guests today, as most of them had come from France just for the wedding.
No wonder so many people came. I would also come from anywhere in the world if I had friends like them: cute, kind, friendly and most of all, totally in love with each other.
Both my assistant Fredrik and I kept saying all the time: “Oh, God, aren’t they the cutest???”
And of course, every time I fall in love with a couple (it has actually happened an amazingly lot this year! :-), the pictures turn out great.
Curiosity: Did you know that if you book the last slot for weddings at the City Hall on Saturdays, you get to have your three-minute ceremony outdoors? Great if you intend on having all your 100 guests there to witness that.
Den norska vädersajten yr.no hade inte många rätt idag när de tippade molnigt men regnfritt på Sollerön utanför Mora. Cirka 45 min in i porträttfotograferingen började ösregnet men det hindrade inte det unga brudparet som bara log och skrattade hela dagen. Här kommer några av fotografernas favoriter från dagen:
“There she was. The belt tight around her waist with all the equipment she might need. She had climbed up the rock wall and was just waiting for the right moment to come to jump into action. The long brown hair was as always, tied up in a ponny tail and ending in a long braid that glided down her back, on her black attire. Always black. So she wouldn’t be noticed. So she woulnd’t disturb. So she could steal hidden moments. And keep them forever in her machinery. It didn’t matter it was 40 degrees out. The sun was about to set and then she would be one with darkness. Out of the way. Invisible. Invincible. Incredible!”
Well, this could have been an excerpt out of my alter-ego Laura Croft’s diary, but no. It was really the way I felt last weekend. No sharks, no bad-guys. Just this feeling of being invincible, of being able to catch life with my camera.
And that’s when it hits you: that you absolutely love your job, specially when it’s “served” to you in a foreign land, with the unexpected just waiting around the corner to be captured. And then there were the wonderful Greeks. And the wonderful couple and their adorable families.
The father of the groom gave them his old jeep as a wedding present. It was not any jeep: the groom’s sister is an artist and the jeep was decorated with a collage of her artwork and pictures of B and M. All of the groom’s friends helped fixing the car. And decorating it both outside and inside with regional flowers.
Veeeeery interesting to see how a greek-ortodox wedding is done.
I got to know that all exklusive hotels in that area have their own little ancient church where cerimonies can be held. Poseidon Temple in the background.
My favorite part of the ceremony when the priest puts these leaf-crowns on the couples heads, moving them from the bride’s head to the groom’s head a couple of times. And then the best man has to move them back and forth again back to their original places. Then, later on, the priest holds the right hand of the groom, the groom the bride’s and the bride’s the best man’s. And then they go around the little altar table, round, and round, and round, with the priest chanting holding his book high up and the guests throwing rice on the four of them.
I felt nervous. I hadn’t had the chance of meeting Kent and Samantha before the wedding, as they lived a couple hours away from Stockholm.
Is it going to feel ok? Are they going to be nice? Am I going to feel connected to them?
We got to the church an hour before planned and I called Kent. “We have arrived!!!”, I said. “Good! And I’m feeling as nervous as I could ever feel!”, he said with a trembling voice. I laughed and said: “Breath, breeeeeaaaaath!”
And then we met. He came smiling towards me, with his arms wide open in a very big hug.
“I’m soooo nervous! It feels good to have you guys here. I’ll try to breath now!”. He smiled his charismatic smile and left to hug everybody else that had arrived. And then everything felt just right, as we had known each other for ages!
Warmth, a great inspiring priest, amazing friends that had traveld thousands of miles just to be here today, and a gorgeous 700 year old church in Tortuna, Västerås. And as Samantha said, a weather not very different from South Africa!