A year ago, I had the opportunity to visit Paris with my American photographer friend. Tricia and I spent our week crazy shopping and meeting friends. She had booked a session for a portrait shoot and I tagged along to meet British Ian Holmes. Not only an esteemed wedding photographer in France, but also shooting weddings around Europe, and in the US where we met again in San Francisco.
With his charming accent, he’d offered I join him to shoot a small Russian wedding in the outskirts of Paris during my months stay this summer. Ian had injured his back the day before, so limping slightly was another reason for me to tag along. If he fell, I would at least get the opportunity to laugh.
Driving for an hour to the beautiful French chateau, we arrived just in time for the bride Alexandra to get ready. The young bride and groom had planned a small ceremony just enough for their close friends and family to enjoy the intimate moments and beautiful weather. As the fashionable priest blasted Russian through his wireless mini microphone, Ian and I stole a few sour apples that were surrounding us. It’s then that I realized, that although I understood no words from the Russian couple, or their family…I didn’t really need to have English speakers around me. I followed my instincts and captured emotions of love and tears everywhere. As the day came to an end, the mother of the bride came up to Ian and I, in Russian, thanked him for his cheerfulness and professionalism. I just had to thank him for the ride and experience.