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.
I know it’s been nearly two months since my last post. Some of you may care, most, quite correctly couldn’t give a crap. However, there is a good reason for my lack of activity. Blogging is just so fricken boring. If I was more successful or if you stingy lot would pay me more I could afford to pay someone to do all the boring computer and internet stuff so I could concentrate on actually taking photos. Until that time I am going to take one for the team and soldier on, poor me.
So here goes.
I give you Amy and Peter. They were married earlier this year at The Hub in Edinburgh.
So far this year I have had an Irish-American wedding, a French-Scottish wedding, an Italian-English wedding and a Columbian-Scottish wedding. Liz and Lawson brought me my first Scottish-Kenyan wedding. It was brilliant. Set in the opulence of The Waldorf Astoria Edinburgh, The Caledonian or The Caley to you and me, around Christmas time and on a crisp cold day.
A super friendly bunch of folk from across the globe and one or two interesting Kenyan traditions meant that this was a spectacle to behold and a great wedding to photograph.
So many of his songs are about guns, shooting, fighting, biting ears off, drinking, sex and cars but today we learn the great Johnny Cash also had a softer side. It has been decided by some random poll created by folk with little else to do, that a Letter he wrote to his wife June is the best love letter ever written.
Although better than my own, his hand writing is a bit of a scrawl so here it is.
Happy Birthday Princess,
We get old and get use to each other. We think alike. We read each others minds. We know what the other wants without asking. Sometimes we irritate each other a little bit. Maybe sometimes take each other for granted.
But once in awhile, like today, I meditate on it and realize how lucky I am to share my life with the greatest woman I ever met. You still fascinate and inspire me. You influence me for the better. You’re the object of my desire, the #1 Earthly reason for my existence. I love you very much.
Happy Birthday Princess.
I have to say though, my favourite is this one from Jimi Hendrix.
happiness is within you….so unlock the chains from your heart and let yourself grow—
like the sweet flower you are…..
I know the answer—
Just spread your wings and set yourself
Love to you forever
Kinda makes my occasional mushy text messages seem a bit crap now. Thanks Jimi.
The last time I saw Lucie and Tommy was on a shoot/pub crawl in London. They “dragged” me round some of their favourite pubs and some of their favourite east end and square mile locations. I fell asleep on the tube on the way back to Heathrow.
Anyway, they are my kinda couple. Pretty relaxed (on the surface anyway) while still having a firm idea of what they want and quite non-traditional in a traditional sort of way, if you know what I mean. They chose a classic country house for their wedding, Harburn House, and decorated it to look stunning but omitted any of the really stuffy pomp in favour of riotous fun, the widest variety of alcohol I have seen at a reception and possibly the cheekiest speeches I have witnessed in over two hundred weddings. Plus, Lucie has that smile!!