Monday, May 23, 2011

Say cheese...

It sounds cheesy, but it's true: After your wedding, there really is nothing left but the pictures. Literally the first wedding nightmare I had was that I hated every single one of my wedding photos, and there was nothing I could do. Choosing a photographer would have to be done very carefully.

Like with everything else in my life, I have a very distinct style. Nothing pains me more than to think my wedding album would be filled with shots like these.

This photo is just breathtaking (Seinfeld reference: Ugly Baby). 

I mean wow. We are all standing in a posed line with out hands folded, and we are even all wearing the same color family. Alright, this is definitely NOT my style.

Your wedding day is the happiest day of your life. You shouldn't need to be posed. I wanted a photographer who could stay on the sidelines and just capture everything that happened naturally.



perfect. photojournalism.

The type of photos I like are more photojournalism, less "put your cheeks together and say cheese". 

The naturalness (word?) of this picture is exactly what I want. The photographer has captured everything about this moment, and it is ORIGINAL. They are the only ones with this exact wedding photo. 

And so the search was on. I knew that  I wanted a younger photographer who was organized and could handle my level of OCD. I also knew that I did not want someone who was exclusively a "wedding photographer".

I just feel like if all you do is weddings, eventually everything starts looking the same. Some might argue that an exclusive wedding photographer will know all the right shots, but for me, not what I wanted.

I was also very conscious of our budget. And so we started meeting with potential photographers.

One guy I met with because he was a preferred vendor of our venue, and on the phone he boasted about how unique and original he was.

When i got there I was in for a different story. Ryan had some sort of work function (not surprising) that night, so I brought my mom to the appointment.

When I told this guy what I wanted, he proceeded to show me cookie cutter, posed, wedding albums. The quality of these photos were good. Very good in fact. But not what I wanted. I explained to him again that I wouldn't want any of these shots, but I would want more photojournalistic shots.

And I kid you not. He said to me.....

"Yeah I can do the photojournalism. But I need to get my standard shots in first. There might not be time for many of the shots you want, depending on how long it takes me to get my shots."

At this point I was losing my cool with his arrogant personality. I'm sorry. You need to get "your" shots? Are you putting these into an album and keeping them to show your kids? No wait, thats us.

In a way I was happy that I knew our personalities didn't match. Saved me the trouble of booking a photographer I absolutely hated. And it's only slightly awkward when I see him at my venue's Bridal Showcases...On to the next.

And the next was perfect. We met with the owner of the small company, who, after talking to us, told us he knew which photographer would be perfect for us. He showed us a few albums from that photographer, and we (mostly me) were elated.

It was everything I wanted. But personality is also important to me, and the owner was more than willing to set up a meeting for us before we booked. When we met our photographer I knew instantly he was the one (Am I booking a photographer, or getting engaged again?)

He's young, modern, not afraid to take risks and (gasp!) skip on some of the cheek-to-cheek shots to be creative. And best of all, he doesn't only do weddings.

This was probably one of my biggest reliefs to check off the list. I was happy, and Ryan was happy that I was happy (a general theme to our wedding planning).

How did you choose your wedding photographer?

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

The great shoe debacle of 2012

Let's get some shoes.


Actually, let's not. I absolutely love shopping. I would consider myself pretty girly. I love jewelry, headbands and clothes. If I'm having a bad day, going into Forever 21 and spending some money (not a lot, Ryan) makes my day so much better. 

But if there's one thing I hate...it's shoes.

 NO SHOES!
(also known as my dream world)

That's right, I hate shoes. They're pretty, I guess? But clothes and jewelry are much prettier if you ask me. If I could live in flip flops year round, I would be the happiest of campers. 

I blame my long-lived hatred for shoes on dance. I spent most of my life in a dance studio, and when you spend 8 hours a day wearing this: 

 
You can see why I'd have no interest in this: 


I am guilty of wearing my hip hop sneakers to high school a few (more than a few) times. My dance background, combined with the fact that I've spent a good portion of the last 23 summers barefoot on a beach- well let's just call it what it is. I hate shoes. 

For the wedding, I guess, I will need to wear something on my feet. Going barefoot is dangerous and we all know that I am not a fan of danger. 

Many people suggested I tough it out, and wear "shoes" to the ceremony, and then change into flip flops for the reception...

Uh, why?...

Let me get this straight. My dress covers my feet. No one is going to see my feet unless I lift up my dress to show them. But I should wear shoes to the ceremony because its traditional? Or because everyone else does? Or because the wedding gods want to laugh at me as I stand for the most important 30 minutes of my life in an uncomfortable agony? 

Nope. 

Sorry, to me it makes no sense. I'm going to have my beautiful dress altered wearing shoes, so that I can wear shoes for 30 minutes, and then take them off? And then for the rest of the night, my dress is too long and I trip over it? 

I am going to wear flip flops the entire day. For me it just makes sense.    

I'm not going to wear just any flip flop. I need the most perfect, blinged out, white, comfortable pair of flip flops that exists. Hence why I'm starting the search now. 

I am on a mission. My first run-in with candidates was when I was shopping with a friend (Hi Andrea!) and not even looking for shoes. We came across these:
   
Aldo: Ciaffone $30

The look was perfect. I wasn't going for a platform but I did like the shape of the shoe. The blingy straps were stunning. However, when I tried them on, they smacked against the back of my feet so hard when I walked, that I think by the end of the night I'd have flat heels. 

The shoe search continues...

Girls: Show me your wedding shoes!