When I was young I wanted to be an Astronaut*, fly to the Moon and live with The Clangers. Instead I worked in film and TV and learnt how to tell stories with images.
Though I’d studied photography way back in the film days I didn’t consider making a living from it until after a seeing a friends wedding photos. Instead of a complete story of the day there was just a collection of setup shots, like pretending to sign the register with a feather (yes really) and some rather awkward looking portraits of what looked like two strangers grinning a the camera. I saw straight away that I could offer something better.
I had a chat about all of this with my Dad and before I could say “Dad can I have a camera” he’d gone to Dixon’s and bought me a Canon EOS 300D (6.3 megapixels) with a plastic lens and I started shooting the weddings of friends and colleagues, finally leaving TV for good in 2005 when I had 68 weddings in the diary.
So, there’s a little story and a photo of me on the back step of my Dad’s camper van to go with it.
* After watching Alien I lost my desire for space travel but I did give my Son the middle name “Armstrong” after Neil, the first Man on the Moon.
NEW YORK CITY
16th September was quite a day. 32c, Sunny and humid. For 3 hours I found myself walking up and down 5th Avenue without much of a clue about why I was walking or where I was trying to get to. I guess we all get a little nervous before the wedding ceremony so trust me when I say on the morning of your wedding “I know how you feel.
Our wedding ceremony took place in Central Park near to the Bow Bridge. Later we drank Pickle-Backs and ate Greek food in the East Village.
The photo: Dodging traffic, anything for the shot. If you would like a photo like this give me plenty of notice in advance so I can upgrade my insurance : )
Head of common sense
Two foot terror