So, I’ll tell you what. You all know how I get the pretty people. I just do. I get the brides and grooms that are beautiful and gorgeous and even NICE. They all are. For the most part, they are all even nicer than they are gorgeous and that is saying a lot. This is the truth and this makes me a very happy photographer. My people all rule and they are all very enjoyable to spend time with. Here is my problem. While getting to shoot gorgeous people all day long is absolutely the best thing in the world and amazingly my JOB, there is no faster way to make me feel like a woodland troll guarding the bridge that all of the beautiful and cool people have to walk down to get to their Land of Pretty. It happens without fail every time. I will feel pretty good about myself. All showered and newly made up..sometimes, only sometimes though, I will even be happy with whatever outfit I threw together that didn’t consist of yoga pants. I will pack up my photo gear and get into my car and apply a fresh coat of lip gloss and then I will drive to my shooting destination of the day. And without fail, about 10 minutes after I arrive my couple will round a corner, walk towards me, time will slow, wind will blow their hair back fashionably, and some sort of soundtrack will play in the background (typically, I hear that song …”I…I just di-ed in your arms tonight…”) while everyone else just kind of stops and stares at them. And in that instant I will shrink 3 feet, gain 40-45 pounds, my hair will all fall out save for a few straggly strands that protrude from a wart that sprouted from my nose and my skin will turn the color of dead people.
It is awesome.
While I know that because my people are all gorgeous that my job will be easy and I will be the envy of photographers everywhere, my self confidence will shrivel up and there will be a little part of me that will want to cry. Except that I can’t because that would be weird and awkward so instead I just usually end up developing borderline inappropriate crushes on both the boy and the girl that I am about to shoot.
This is pretty much, in a nutshell, what happened the other day when I met Shanon and Chris for their engagement session. While you look at these pictures and the part of you that wants to hate them for being perfect starts to rear it’s ugly head, read the first couple of sentences of my first paragraph again. They are nice. Wicked nice, in fact. So you can’t hate them. Instead, develop feelings of pity and funnel those bad boys my way because it isn’t easy being a woodland troll.
We met at the Boston Public Library..Shanon and Chris just BROUGHT it. I basically just stood there, feeling all frumpy and bad for myself with my camera, pressing the button every now and then and they did the rest.
Well, there you have it. You two are awesome. I am so glad I will be with you in December for your big day.