Archive for September, 2011

Her dad recounted the story. Shane made a phone call asking Jennifer’s parents to dinner. He sounded nervous. Man to man, Jennifer’s dad knew what was about to happen but his wife disagreed with his theory. At dinner everybody chatted awkwardly about sports, weather and business, dancing around the real reason they were all there. Eventually with sweaty palms rubbing his legs nervously, Shane plucked up the courage to ask both Jennifer’s parents for permission to marry their daughter. Jennifer’s dad remained silent for what seemed like an eternity. He did it deliberately. He wanted to torture Shane. Make him suffer a little. This was his baby girl after all, there was no way he was giving her up easily, not without first issuing some serious threats of heavy handed tactics should Shane ever do anything to hurt his daughter. Them, with the Godfather speech out of the way, Jennifer’s dad was free to express his true appreciation and joy that his little girl had found herself a perfect match. A man who would love and take care of her in way she deserved, but more importantly, a man who made her happy. In the end, he gave his permission. And this past weekend, in the truly southern city of Savannah, in a dress of designer lace and shoes of blue, Jennifer glided down the aisle on the arm of her father towards her perfect match, who stood beaming with barely containable excitement a the sight of his stunning bride.

Jennifer and Shane, I have been honored to call you friends. To see your relationships progress from Jennifer’s confession of having a secret crush on Shane. To her being brave enough to make the first move. To Shane’s proposal and finally, to your wedding day. It’s been an even bigger honor to have been the one to document this special day and I wish you only the best in your lives together. P.S thank you for saving the first slice of cake for me. Your good great friends.

A little behind the scenes info. While Jennifer got a head start on hair and make-up, Gianne (my 2nd shooter) and I grabbed her dress and shoes and took to the streets of Savannah looking for the perfect spot to photograph both. And I think we found it.

Then we raced back to the salon to grab some shots of hair and make-up prep.

Jennifer’s mom helps her into her stunning dress.

Blue suede shoes.

The grooms room.

The beaming groom.

Whitefield Chapel.

I can’t remember what the joke was, but I love Shane’s hearty response.

Mr & Mrs.

I love this shot Gianne captured from a balcony above the exiting couple.

Jennifer’s parents are the first to congratulate the newlyweds.

The back of the church had this huge window and small staircase that let in the most amazing light. I just couldn’t resist getting Jennifer in front of it.

Shane in his own window light.

Spanish moss is everywhere in Savannah. It made for an amazing backdrop to the happy couples photos.

Jennifer, you are radiant.

Shane, I won’t say radiant cos its kinda girlie, but dashing is all man.

Jennifer your killing me in this photo. Stunning.

Again with the stunning.

Of course we have to get a shot of the blue shoes.

Workin it!

Lovin it!

The bouquet that almost didn’t make it, long story.

I just love this photo.

The cake.

While I was capturing shots of the father/daughter dance…….

…Gianne snapped this photo of Jennifer’s mother as she watched her daughter and husband dance together.

Jennifer and Shane’s first dance.

For even more Jennifer and Shane fierceness CLICK HERE for slideshow.

Picture Ruining 101

September 19, 2011

Yep, that’s me and my “baby got back” hijacking my second shooter, Gianne’s angle of the bride and groom on Saturday. Sorry girl. Bet you were wishing you had a small dart in your camera bag at that moment.

Run Forrest!

September 18, 2011

22 city parks in total and one of them was the host of the ever famous park bench where Forrest Gump sat with his box of chocolates, recapping his life’s adventures to random and varied strangers as he waited for the bus that would take him to see Jenny. It was beginning to feel like a bit of a needle in a haystack type situation as my friend Gianne and I drove from park to park looking for “The One”. We maybe hit 8 parks total before the buzz of the adventure became hijacked by nightfall, frustration and our basic need for food. So we surrendered the search. Forrest Gump and his bench would have to wait for another time cos this weekend I was in Savannah to shoot the wedding of Jennifer and Shane. I cannot wait to share the images from their day cos when I tell you they were fierce, they were fierce. I’ll be blogging loads of photos in a couple of days, but for now, as always, here is a little sneak peek.

Buff Like A Superhero

September 14, 2011

This morning I woke up to a text message from The Husband:

The Husband: Your husband is fat.

Me: Uh oh! Did you accidently step on a scale? Catch your reflection in a shop window from its bad side?

The Husband: No, another Jamaican guy I haven’t seen in a while came up to me and said “man you’ve gotten huge”

Me: Ouch! Am sure he meant huge in the tall and buff sense, like a superhero.

The Husband: Most likely. If thats the case then my stomach is very buff.

Me: See.

This made me giggle on and off for the rest of the day. Welcome to the world of women The Husband. Where everyday is a potential “fat day” and one lousy comment from one lousy person can send you into a frenzy of consuming whatever it is your eyes land on. Even better if it happens to be a 2 gallon drum of Ben & Jerry’s Chunky Monkey Surprise. The fridge has been stocked for your return and only cos I’m a team player will I grab a spoon, join you on the couch and listen to you sob about how big your thighs now look in booty shorts. Or is that just me projecting??

No sure exactly what I’m up to in this photo, but if I had to guess, I’d say I was looking for evidence of an ice-cream binge on my left thigh.

Lazy Day

September 12, 2011

I had big plans for my Sunday. I was going to be a machine of ultimate production. Baking, painting, cleaning and organizing. The epitome of housewife. My home was gonna look like, feel like and smell like I was born and raised in Stepford. That was until I got home much later than expected Saturday night from the wedding I was shooting. Exhausted and depleted I crawled into bed still believing I would hit the ground running Sunday morning. Come Sunday morning, I hit the couch and barely moved for the rest of the day. I was a Stepford disgrace.

But I couldn’t help it. I was completely absorbed in the 9/11 10 year anniversary coverage. I watched documentary after documentary still in disbelief, still hungry for information like it happened just yesterday and I didn’t want to move in case I missed anything. Weird, especially when you’ve seen it many times before and your painfully aware of the outcome. Its still too unbelievable to comprehend. So after that you can understand my lack of motivation for house cleaning and organizing. Instead I decided taking the boys (my doggies) for a run and a dip in the lake was much more appropriate and fun.

And they decided to rock their patriot look for the day.