A WEDDING CEREMONY, CHAPTER 2, by THE WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER IN LISBON
Photos of the first people to arrive at the wedding ceremony in Lisbon’s Castelo de S. Jorge for the decorations
As is usual, for the weddings
In the overwhelming majority of cases, when I go as a wedding photographer, I find a huge group of people who, on that day, are going to make sure that all the characters of the wedding day are only concerned with doing what is done at weddings, according to the role that has been assigned to them for that task, in a sort of reenactment of real life.
The bride and groom, the ones who appear at the very beginning of the credits or headline at the announcement, with great bustle begin to offer the wedding photographer the first photographs when others help them in the characterization and in the perfect wardrobe for the ceremonial premiere.
The ones that surround them, parents, family, and friends who do everything to, at least, not get stuck with all the affection they want to offer them and, in the end, a ceremonial officiant with more or less skill for that thing and, at last, the ones that don’t get tired of offering them, to all, the joy of the stomachs, the ears and the heart.
Did the photographer get the destination wrong?
That’s why when the wedding photographer arrives at a pre-arranged location and, earlier as is convenient, sees nothing and wonders if something is going to happen there, if he didn’t get the wrong address, if he was told the wrong time or, even, if that combination wasn’t one of those dreams he often has and that make him wake up suddenly because he sees himself in weddings of worlds that have nothing to do with the one he usually photographs.
It could be left for another article, delirious, about the dreams of a wedding photographer, but that is not the case. Of course, the reason is stronger than imagination, and, almost out of nowhere, someone arrives and starts decorating the place marked with the X indicated in the email.
After all, it was right there, among princesses and knights
And, out of nowhere, the wedding photographer turns into the reporter he likes to be. He realizes that whoever arrives comes with a determined aim, which eases his mind, it was no mistake, and in teamwork mixed with improvisation and the certainty of the task, they begin to transform a castle that once belonged to kings, princesses, mothers, and knights that came to save them, because other things have no interest here, in a place for a bride, a groom with parents and sisters, brothers, cousins and a very nice lady, who will come later, to make official that yes for which everything is being done for the wedding photographer not to stop . . photographing, of course. I’ll tell you more later…
