This is roughly how the conversation went in the ladies room. Or, more accurately, how it was relayed to me because I wasn’t in the ladies room.
”We’re getting married in June and I’m looking for a photographer. “ she said.
”Congratulations! We don’t shoot wedding though.” Sarolta replied.
“You don’t shoot weddings? Really? That’s so strange. Are you not here shooting Paul’s wedding today?” she asked.
“Yes. We are here today shooting Paul’s wedding, but we don’t really shoot weddings.” Sarolta answered.
“Oh, I see. You don’t shoot weddings… Didn’t you guys shoot Paul’s first wedding?” was her followup.
”Um, yes, right. Yes, we did shoot Paul’s first wedding as well, but we don’t shoot weddings.” said Sarolta.
The answer may have been different, I guess, if she were to marry Paul.
In 25 years, the only time we’ve talked about getting a divorce was in the lead-up to shooting someone else’s wedding. We decided it was better for us to give up shooting weddings than hiring divorce attorneys.
Our niece was married last year. I brought my Fuji XE2s and a few old and semi obscure vintage lenses; a Topcor RE 58mm f1.4 and a Vivitar 135mm f2.3.
We weren’t the photographers and we are still married.
She and her husband returned to Barcelona and we were just able to share our snapshots with them a few weeks ago after bringing her grandmother to visit her there.
Cheers,
Ross