I’d known Bridget since uni days.
On her wedding day there was sun, then rain.
And then a rainbow.
She thought she didn’t need a jacket, but it became freezing as we did our portraits in the alleys of Fitzroy.
They had donuts instead of a wedding cake.
There were rabbit ears. Non-stop laughter.
She went live on Facebook while I drove them back to their hotel.
As I arrived at the groom’s place, the father asked ” how was Bridget? ”
“Bridget was Bridget,” I replied.
He laughed.
Most weddings I shoot, I see a glimpse of the bride’s life.
A moment.
I try to paint a profile by photographing the dress, the wedding car, the guests, the decoration, the entry song, their first dance.
And I’m never sure if I’m ever accurate.
Yet I’m pretty sure, this wedding day?
Bridget did it her way.
