Tuesday, March 2, 2010

A Picture is Worth 1,000 Words

Finding a photographer has been something that kind of scares me.  I mean, this person is going to be taking pictures of me at my best and at my worst throughout the course of one of the most important days of my life that a lot of people are going to see (and judge) and that I am going to have to live with for the rest of my life and see probably every day until the end of time.  NBD.

Theknot.com has proven to be a pretty legit source of vendors, so of course I went back there to look for a photographer.  There are over 60 different photographers in the greater DC Metro area listed on theknot.com website... great.  This shouldn't be too difficult.  So now how do I pick from all of these different vendors? I will tell you how... price.  I do not see the point in getting stressed out over funds and feeling like I have to put my kidneys up for sale on the black market to pay for a photographer.  Especially considering the fact that at the rate I am going, I am definitely going to need both kidneys when I am a little old lady.


So once I narrowed down the search it became a little less stressful and a lot more fun.  I loved going to the different websites and looking at the portfolios of the different photographers... not so much because of the photographers (don't get me wrong, my mission was to find someone whose work I loved and respected), but because I got to be a judgmental little girl about other people's weddings.  (Some girls do arts and crafts, I judge.)  I love the pictures of the loyal bridesmaids smiling proudly in the horrible dresses that the mean bride made her poor friends wear.  I love the terribly cliche pictures of the newlyweds where the husband's smile says he is happy and in love, but where his eyes are screaming "I did not agree to this posed picture".  I love the pictures of the bridal party where the bridesmaids are obviously fed up with bridezilla but she is glowing while holding her bouquet so proudly.  I love the especially staged pictures of the groomsmen with their jackets over their shoulders and they are strutting down the street and the one on the end looks especially out of place.  I love the pictures of the bride with her family and the sister(s) has a look on her face that says she thinks she should be getting married first.  I love the pictures of the adorable flower girl laughing and lifting her dress over her head with her mother in the background with a look of absolute horror on her face.  God I love wedding pictures... God I dread wedding pictures.

After going through the pictures it seems as though I have found the one: my real true photographer love.  His name is Ruben.  Ruben was able to work with one of the most terribly unfortunate brides I have ever seen (it's ok, you can call me an ice princess) and take some truly wonderful pictures of her on her wedding day.  His work is stunning and he is available on my wedding day.  (I know, I would hope so too considering my wedding is 19 months out -- but get this, he has a wedding scheduled for August 2011 AND New Year's Eve 2011 into 2012 - turns out I am not nearly as crazy as everyone thinks... SO THERE!)

So here is to my photographer, may he take only wonderful pictures on my special day where everyone is happy and seemingly sober.... yea freaking right.