As I pack for my next shoot in Malaysia, I’m writing about the other Malaysian wedding I shot last year.
My last wedding of 2014.
Unforgettable moment number one:
Me driving home during New Year’s eve, saying “photography is good. This is good. 2015 will be better. ”
To myself, on the Malaysian highway.
Unforgettable moment number two:
We were doing a formal portrait session in the middle of a rain forest.
(As you do in Pahang.)
And as we are walking back, Veron said ‘oh look I have a leech on my ankle.’
Cue the vertigo zoom into my face looking like Edvard Munch’s The Scream.
Yet, Veron just brushed it aside and said, ‘it’s ok, that happens.’
Dave nodded along, ‘yea I had a couple this morning too, just put some salt water on it.’
‘ Oh, not pee? Did you try pee…’
They continued along while I was left standing there, still screaming, mentally.
Veronica organised a wedding for guests coming from different continents to an isolated resort in Malaysia.
Buses, accommodation, food, logistics, while she was all the way in America.
Having gone a through a much, much smaller wedding myself, I wasn’t sure how or why she didn’t implode by stress.
But that leech moment, that was the point I realised they are the real Malaysians – possessing the DNA strand that says ‘relax’.
I post my work on my website, but most of the time, I’d like to think I’m showcasing people enjoying their own companies, on a ‘not so usual’ day.
Being themselves.
I’d like to think I’m doing their personalities justice.
Because most of the time, I have the best clients.
Therefore, my photographs matter.
This wedding was also kindly featured on The Wedding Notebook from Malaysia.
