At the wedding

Past few days have had me forgetting about my alarm clock, all my energy has gone straight to editing the wedding, cannot count the number of times I had to stare at these keys trying to come out with something special only to realise that coffee cannot heal this kind of fatigue. Learning that photography alone is underrated, having to realise that it’s not just taking a photograph but trying to implement a sense of thought to that. Every angle has its own meaning, well if you’ve never step foot in class you wouldn’t know what I speak of. It’s not just a simple photograph but a language understood globally.

Chasing behind pupils living their own dreams in order to show them their own dreams is somewhat a career these days, walking around with a memory holding device smart enough to make us exist forever. Working in dark rooms trying to add light on your face is by far the most ironic and beautiful career I’ve ever stumbled across. Allow the sun to hit your face, it’s what we call golden hour merely because it adds a certain glow to the final product, makes my job easier and your money worth the final product.

Finding inspiration from the songs they played at the wedding still trying to be in the zone...