When I chat with my lovely couples about their upcoming wedding and the photography arrangements, I totally understand how impossible it is to think about looking back to the wedding day in 50 or 60 years time. I remember getting married at the age of 29 and life was so busy, there were so many things to organise for the wedding that we hardly gave a thought for anything beyond the honeymoon.
Most couples getting married are working to a budget and have to allocate that to areas that are the most important to them. If you’ve no real interest in photography, other than ‘record shots’, you’d be crazy of course to place your money there than put it behind the bar or book a chocolate fountain or a harpist, say.
Now if you’ve beem around the block once or twice you’ll know that time flies by the busier (and the older) that you get. It speeds up as well I am sorry to say :) so before you know it, you’ll be reminiscing about the old days and wondering what happened to old friends you’ve lost touch with and so on. Photographs have this power to trigger the memory of long ago events.
I decided to sit down with my mum and chat about her wedding day. My parents got married in 1958 and I remember laughing at their old-fashioned wedding photographs as a kid and marvelling at their wedding album. It had a music box in the spine of the book that you could wind up with a coin so it would play ‘The Wedding March’ as you leafed through the pages – fantastic!
I always love making a wedding album for my couples. First of all we choose the photographs to go in the book. We sit down together to do this and it’s much quicker than leaving you to do it on your own. There’s the advantage that I can advise which images you don’t need, which ones are essential and how the images will flow across the page design to most effectively tell the story of the day. It’s a very different experience looking at a lovely, well designed album of favourite wedding photographs than swiping through images on your phone, one by one.
It’s interesting to see how my mum remembered the wedding day. It was a different world then, she had only been in England (she grew up in rural Ireland) a couple of years, my dad was in the middle of his National Service. They met in 1955. The Artillery barracks held a dance and the Commanding Officer had written to the matron of the local hospital inviting the nurses (how formal!). That’s how my parents met and a couple of years later, they tied the knot in Surbiton.
As I’ve long known, we never seem to remember momentous events like a widescreen movie, replaying the episodes we’re recalling in chronological order. We seem to remember small, seemingly trivial details from which we mentally hop around to other recollections. This is the value of good wedding photography, you’re not investing in it for your wedding day – it’s a priceless gift to your future self.