Flabbergasting number of people believe that if you have a bulky camera, you are a photographer. Not a terrorist. The charm of the device is so strong that some hypnotized souls even invite you to take their pictures at the brightest moments of their lives. This is how we got to a pretty southern suburbia, classical detached house where M. was preparing to her wedding day. A family of Subcontinental origin with some West Indian threads woven in were about to celebrate addition of an Armenian son-in-law. This is London. Err... London plus some Californian cousins. Loved this session.
On the next day the bridegroom had to find his name written somewhere here:
I hope he did.
On the next day the bridegroom had to find his name written somewhere here:
I hope he did.
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