THE JOKES by THE WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER
There are things, or moments, that happen to me, and not only as a wedding photographer, that occasionally give me food for thought. I still haven’t figured out if I’m a professional, whose job is to collect two-dimensional copies, which they use to call photographs, of an event I’ve been called to, or if I take advantage of that to continue being the child I should have been long ago, when everything was a game that served me to be the child that is made to play and, with that, to gain skills to know and use the world I’ll discover when the child will have been left behind. They say it is called growing up. It must be because from a certain point onwards I was told that I wasn’t young enough to play, which made me very confused, but it seems to be so, so be it.
The big problem, if it is, is that after all this time I’ve had, after having been the child who only liked to play, I find myself not knowing if at certain moments when I’m being a wedding photographer, I’m behaving like the professional in charge of copying those events that I’ll deliver as photographs, especially inside a book that will tell the story of them, of the events, or if I am, again, or still, being the child that plays discovering always new points of view, that explores all the possible framings, that hunts, instead of imaginary unicorns, smiles or, as the wedding photographer likes to say, states of faces.
What amazes me, with the amazement of discovery, is that it seems to me that the child is not left behind at a time when play was all that mattered. Still, I feel it every day when I’m a wedding photographer. I have that fun, excuse me those who think that only with sacrifice does the truth of things gain importance, in this quest for what I will find, peeking through the window frame, between the flowers in the vase or the hairdresser’s lacquer shelf, to see what comes out, in photography, of course, of the bride and groom at the altar between those two chandeliers with the huge candles right next to the altar table, or, in a challenge with half a dozen guests who won’t stop still and I want them to make me a frame for the bride’s face, who talks to them and has a beautiful smile.
As much as I want to be the grown-up professional, and responsible for what I have been entrusted with, perhaps, even unwittingly, I have misled you, my beloved couple. It seems to me, from my analysis, that, after all, the wedding photographer is there to have fun in a game he can’t resist. But, understand, it’s for your good.