Right then. Last November, frickin’ freezing in rural Derbyshire (that’s England you know, practically foreign), I turn up at the windswept Upper House with the feeling like I am in an adaptation of Wuthering Heights. Dark clouds and horizontal rain didn’t bode well. However, you know what? It’s weddings like these which make me remember why I love my job. It’s not about the weather or the location or the ease of parking or the fact that it’s dark by around noon. It’s about the folk. Not just the bride and groom either, but everyone. When you are offered a warming whisky on arrival at about 10.30 am then you know everything is gonna be fine. That’s because great people make a wedding great. Nice people.
Kelly and Stephen are nice. So were their guests. For them it didn’t matter how cold it was. They were prepared to huddle together under patio heaters to show their affection for Kelly and Stephen and their appreciation for all the effort made to make this day special.
Upper house was also brilliant. A beautiful old building stunningly restored and one of the most amazing medieval banqueting halls you could imagine.
But like I said, it’s all about the people, and the main people this day were among the coolest, most relaxed and welcoming couples I have worked with. Ladies and gents, I give you Kelly and Stephen.
You can’t blame me for forgetting this one. One of Scotland’s best venues, beautiful bride and a lady in tight leather dancing with flaming torches.
Anyway I’m glad I remembered as it’s a good one.
Emma and Chris at Dundas Castle.
No time for flowery language. Just some photos to show off.
Lorna and David at Carberry Tower.
From now on all my blog posts are just going to say “Here are some photos”. Because I know that is really all you look at a wedding photographers website to see. You don’t care what he thinks of your shoes or that he loves your use of straw bales instead of chairs. He may think your hand decorated jam jars are an excellent substitute for actual drinking glasses and that your your fathers tie brings out the blue of his eyes but that is immaterial.
So, Here are some photos. Leighanne and Gary at The Grand central Hotel, Glasgow.
Around this time, 20 years ago I was sat in the wonderful Cameo Cinema with my then girlfriend (and now wife), waiting for the start of a film which would define a generation. A generation of Edinburgh druggies anyway. Trainspotting is 20 effin’ years old!!
I was new to Edinburgh and Trainspotting was my introduction to typical Edinburgh life. I was somewhat disappointed to discover that not everyone in the city fell into the one of the brilliantly colourful character types of the main protagonists. There are some streets in Morningside and Dean Village devoid of emaciated, dirty Converse wearing, borderline psychotic, heroin addicted ne’er do wells. My aim is to draw my Edinburgh clientèle from those enclaves. I would be more than a little nervous to cover Begbie’s big day.
A lot of you would have been too young to see Trainspotting when first released in cinemas. I hope though that, at the first appropriate opportunity, your parent, guardian, warden or keeper sat you down in front of the old cathode ray tube and shared with you this tale of a charming band of hapless rapscallions and their daring do’s, comical heists, intravenous drug use and extravagant bed shitting.
Not only is the film “pure class ya rocket” it also gave us this.
I think the word you are looking for is ……TUNE!!!!
I’m unsure how wise it is ( in a business sense) to touch on the subject of IV drug use and anal incontinence on a wedding blog and I didn’t even mention the under-age sex and extreme violence. However, if you see past all this then perhaps I may be just the kind of photographer to shoot your wedding (and not your dog, in the arse, with an air rifle).
Thats not a religion, although it may become one.
My previous clients include doctors, lawyers, farmers, taxidermists, professional golfers, strippers, war lords, dog groomers, chicken breeders, prime ministers, allen key testers, snow globe fillers and plumbers. Rob though, was my first, and probably one, Luthier. I’m not talking about a deeply troubled but equally brilliant police detective who rubs his head a lot and drives an old Volvo. I am of course referring to the craft of the violin maker. That’s right, Rob is a luthier, Rob makes stringed instruments.
My guess is there aren’t as many luthiers in your street as you may imagine. I am so confident that none of will know a luthier that I will give a 5% discount to any new clients who send me a photo of them with a man or woman (with whom they are friendly) in the process of making a viola. A double bass gets a 6% discount.
However, all this talk of generous instrument manufacturing related discounts is missing the main point. Rob got married to Claire. Claire is a civil servant. I am not going to offer a civil service themed discount.
I am ferociously protective of my candid photographer sensibilities in that I provide very little instruction to clients. That said, sometimes unusual things happen at weddings. Sometimes a bride may want to walk into the bitterly cold sea. Sometimes the wedding party may want to pose as if looking up each others skirts. Occasionally (never) the groom may decide to carry his new wife on his shoulders. Now and again a groom may want to eat confetti and if an impromptu outdoor dance-off breaks out then that’s just hunky dory. However, what are the chances of all these things happening at the same wedding.
Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Alison and Ewan.
Here is the bit which apparently Google says you have to do or you become invisible.
Dress: Flossy and Dossy.
Cakes: Mainly M&S.
Gents kilts: dont care.
Flowers: Mother nature.
Here is a trade secret, photographers do sneak peeks (which is the kind of horrible corporate cuteness phrase I hate) because they need to keep there on-line presence current but can’t be arsed doing a great big blog post. I reality I never do big posts because I am enough of a realist to know that almost nobody has any interest in my musings. I am only doing this post because I noticed that It had been nearly 2 months since my last (confession, no wrong situation) post and I was worried that couples may think I wasn’t busy enough, or lazy or dead. In fact I am only two of those three things.
However, I then realised that these images are actually really good and that I am actually a hugely talented wedding photographer who should really be charging much more for my services than I do. But my job is actually pretty easy (or I make it look easy) and made even easier when couples give me wedding days like this one to cover. Filled with humour and colour, stuffed full of wonderful wee details and packed out with folk having fun. There’s also a “surprise” appearance by The Secret Opera Singers.
I have shot a lot of weddings, nearly 300 now. I have learnt many things over the years. Don’t mistake the brides mum for her Granny, don’t ask the groom “are you sure?”, don’t assume that just because the groom parents are both there that they are actually willing to stand next to each other, if at all possible, leave before the fights start.
One theory I finalised while covering Tracy and Aidens wedding is that the sign of a good party of how early into the festivities someone removes their tie from their neck and ties it around their head. This normally doesn’t occur until well after the buffet. However at this wedding this phenomenon (yes, I’m calling it a phenomenon) happened before my very eyes, no more than 15 mins after the first dance. It was certainly a sign of things to come but, if I’m honest, looking back the signs where there much earlier in the day. For example, Aiden was my first groom to spontaneously burst into song during his speech. Not a bad wee singer he was too.
Here are some shots.
I am almost certain that hardly any of you knew, or cared, who invented the wheelbarrow. However I needed an interesting and attention-grabbing heading.
Anyway, you will all be aware that Mcbeth Photography is not bound by the confines imposed on other photographers by the rugged coastline of this rain soaked archipelago (look it up). I am something of a jet-setter, don’t you know? I think nothing of dropping everything and abandoning my family to head off to exotic locations like Manchester, Aberdeen, Mull, Cork or London. My latest sortie in the war on generic wedding photography took me to the Aegean Sea, more specifically the Cyclades, even more specifically, the glorious island of Santorini. See now where my Greek/wheelbarrow reference was going?
I was there in the warm spring sunshine to shoot the wedding of Emma and her golf pro fiancé (jings, this is going off the top of the glamour scale) Norman at the beautiful Dana Villas.
εδώ είναι μερικές φωτογραφίες That is Greek for.. Here are some photographs. (photograph, that’s a Greek word)
So people, if you are thinking about escaping the British weather which, to be honest, ain’t that bad, then feel free to contact McBeth International Photography.