Each wedding tends to follow a predictable dramatic arc; Act 1: Preparation, Act 2: Union, Act 3: Celebration. The same script. But every Saturday, new actors step into old roles. For one night only. The weekend blurs. That’s what most people say. So in the months following, they study the photographs like artefacts. Faces they missed. Moments they were too busy living to notice. Photographs quite literally reshape our memories. It’s worth getting right.

My philosophy is something of ‘keep it simple’. My photographs look like what I saw and how it felt. A sixth sense for predicting how people move. Working closely with the yumminess of 35mm film, I’m reminded to slow down. To shoot with intention. Not habit. I pull a lot from the charm of my grandparents’ era. The elegance in those earlier photo albums. But I keep one eye on now. This digital age. The stuff that’s trending. And the stuff I wish wasn’t. I want to be close without crowding. Intimate without encroaching. The art of being a guest with a camera.