The day starts well enough. You’re energized. You’re ready. You get up. You go. You make your way to the hotel, where even outside the room, you hear the hustle and bustle that is the bridal preparation. You take a breath, you knock on the door, and there it is. The darkest, most cluttered room history ever knew. You force a smile. You give the bride a hug. And you assess. The windows are small, the lights are a bizarre, exceedingly warm variety beamed directly down from sunken holes overhead, and every wall is busy in the most distracting and unfortunate way possible.
The penetrating darkness leaves you with little more than the rhythmic zhshh-zhshhh-zshhhhhh of your lens hunting for … Read more...