“Where there is perfection there is no story to tell.” -Ben Okri
The first night I met Thomas I completely fell in love with him. I can even tell you the exact moment. While he was talking to me, I spotted a tiny scar on the corner of his bottom left lip. That was it. That scar did me in. Done.
Imperfect is not a bad word. There is so much beauty in imperfection. Heart-beat-skipping, stop-your-breathing, beauty.
When my Grandfather was very sick in the hospital, we all gathered and one at a time went in to say our goodbyes. When it was my turn, all I could do was hold his hand in mine and stare at every freckle. I wanted so badly to never forget those spots. Nobody in the entire world would ever have them ever again, and I just pressed them hard against my cheek and loved them with all of my heart.
There will always be photographers and wedding industry peers who are dedicated to capturing and creating perfection. They want things as white and hair-sprayed, and made-up and styled and squeaking clean and plastic as possible. But for me, the real incredible moments happen in real life. Real life isn’t bad. It isn’t ugly. It’s perfectly imperfect.
That’s where the stories are.
And that’s where you’ll find me.