When everything was complete for the wedding photographer in Lisbon


The bride's dress hanging in front of a window, next to her shoes on an armchair, in a composition by a wedding photographer in Portugal

I’ve already written here about my business as a photographer before I was a wedding photographer. It’s not worth repeating, just, because I had to deal with objects that needed to be sold on the market, and the photos I made were supposed to help that happen. Photographing weddings was a radically different twist. Instead of consumer product photos, a lively story with people coming from many places gathering to celebrate a connection between a groom and a bride who wanted that day and wanted them all to share it with them.

Wedding photography had nothing to do with the quietness of the studio in the company of the lights that directed where I wanted and how I needed it. Here, I had a lot of hustle and bustle, people constantly moving around and giving me neither the time nor the permission to put them where I thought was their best place, for photography.

If the work in the studio was calm, pondered, with time to better compose the light, and get the camera right for the best point of view, here, at the weddings, it was a whirl where the photographs had no right place but were everywhere. Compared to the studio, it was dizzying. But it was inebriating dizziness that stimulated the wedding photographer in the search for the best and fastest way to discover the best so that the photographs would never cease to happen for lack of time, skill, or knowledge.

The studio indeed taught me how to photograph. The only different thing was the method that, to my astonishment, seemed to have done it all my professional life. It was an attraction to them, the photographs, which gave me no rest on the one hand and at the same time left me delighted.

But, perhaps out of habit, there were a few of them, of the wedding photos, that seemed to me to be missing. Despite all that whirlwind, which left me overwhelmed, I felt that I missed them, that those photographs of still things that needed my attention, my care, my choice of the place where they needed to be for the…photo, were missing to make me happy.

After those initial moments when my eyes only pointed lenses to hair to comb, eyes to painting, fathers, mothers, and others coming and going, there they were. Quietly, as if asking where you want us, what’s the best light you have for us, and see which lens you will use with us. Even the photographer’s heart, already at the wedding, quietened, smiled affectionately, and felt complete. Now nothing is missing. Everything is complete for the wedding photographer.

The bride's shoes on the fabric of an armchair, one in front of the other, seen by the wedding photographer in Portugal.

The wedding rings on a paper box with an embroidery, next to a large decorative candle, in a composition by the wedding photographer in Portugal.

The bride's bouquet on the velvet fabric of an armchair, as seen by the wedding photographer in Portugal

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