Archive for November, 2008
Rumour has it that later today the rate of VAT (value added tax for you Yanks) is set to decrease from 17.5 to 15 percent. Hailed as one of the ways to help a stumbling economy I really can’t see much sense in it. Sure, we all want to pay less (and I’m guessing we won’t BTW) I can’t see how 2.5% is going to radically change consumer spending. M&S had to have a 30% sale to get punters through the door. £2.50 per hundred quid ain’t gonna change the face of British consumerism.
Speaking of consumerism…get yourself down to your nearest car boot. Blinkin’ eck. We were ‘traders’ yesterday. The garage conversion, room moves, redecoration and office move all combined meant either a painful trip to the tip or a morning’s ‘work’ at the car boot. Its an interesting place. When you arrive you have what I call ‘The Shawn of the Dead’. These are the hard core booters who crowd round your car even before you’ve stopped to see what they can see through the windows. They are asking for prices long before you’ve even opened the boot. We sold most things, but with the wind, rain and cold we gave up after 1.5 hours. Fair enough, the good stuff was gone, the money was made and we dreamt of a cup of warm cocoa…oh dear. Perhaps the most amusing story came in the garden furniture department of our car boot empire. Thanks to the window cleaner demolishing our table we had to get a new one. So the old chairs were surplus to requirement (you can’t by a garden table these days without EVERYTHING). So too was the parasol (umbrella). The parasol was safely stored in a protective cover. A chap bought the chairs but couldn’t be persuaded on the parasol. It sat, the last ‘big’ item left, next to the car waiting to go to a loving home. No takers. My charm, wit and standing backflips could do nothing to rouse interest. Then, the rain came. Idea! Instead of getting wet, this includes our inventory of precious stock, I got out the parasol and stood under it. 8 minutes later a lovely woman bought it. Damn you!
Evan walks up to his mummy…looks her in the eye and say “Mummy, let’s have a chat”. Oh dear!
Same kid also commented on his mousse pudding yesterday. “Evan…is the mousse nice?” “Yes, its good…its not crap” Cue parents trying really hard not to laugh.
Preparing for another knee slide
The only kid who makes Cake Pie with Lego…don’t ask!
I had to do some portraits…E couldn’t resist musing for me!
Susannah and Simon — Manor Barn, Buriton — Saturday, November 22, 2008
As a rule…with the 3:30 ceremony at the end of November, you have to expect a bit of black and white
…and a few silhouettes
Hairspray…something I have, sadly, little experience with
A woman after my own heart!
What a girlie background
I love the wee glint in the bridesmaid’s eye
The wedding party wait outside whilst the B&G get interviewed together. Here, the Best Man is either asleep or dreaming of what he’ll do with the extra 2.5%
I actually shot a few (on request) BEFORE the ceremony
Just over 30 shopping days ’til Christmas
This was cool. This chap sang them a song. A one off, in a foreign language. When I asked him later what language I learned it was no language. Nice.
Barn receptions, in the winter, mean you have to look harder for light and shadow
The mum’s share a giggle..reading her lips it was “Pah..2.5%, you must be joking”
2.5% doesn’t mean squat to this one
So wishing that was an ace there! Yep, that’s me, lying on the floor…remarkably it was rather warm.
Julian wrote a wicked poem…here he practices under bright light…a colour which can only be described as magnesium white
3 men…no boat
Not everyone dug the magician…clearly
A tough moment…Bride and Mum remember Dad
Oh man…the mother in law jokes are endless…any takers?
MOB does a Faldo
I like the connection of the eyes
A photo…a candle…missed but not forgotten
These two could show John Sargent a thing or two
The Best Man steals the Bride
The band’s (a la Buena Vista Social Club) lead singer…via shoe-cam
This is what you discover when you set your camera for tungsten white balance then fire a flash. Sweet!
Blue is the colour
And now…a few from Darren
Great catch Mr W
Setting the scene
Darren has his own shoe-cam
Its blurry…but it says something about the night. Its a keeper.
The magician was ridiculously small…as evidenced by his standard sized deck of playing cards.
The lovely Manor Barn, Buriton
Tags: Wedding Photography, Buriton, Manor Barn, Hampshire Wedding Photography, Stupid Tax Ideas
Correct answers get … um … nothing…just the satisfaction of knowing you got it right.
I know what you’re thinking…and you are probably wrong!
Not always the best way to start up again after 4 weeks off. But I’m now primed for the winter season. Things here are moving fast. We got planning permission for the garage conversion. With that came an emergency shed order, delivery, clear out the garage and move loads to the shed. We’ve now got a conservatory full of appliances…living life without a large fridge (the one in the kitchen is a built in student sized fridge) or a washing machine (stepping up to the plate is Nic’s mum). Building works starts on Thursday…oh, and we had all the hedges out the front removed because they were horrible. Can you tell Nicola is nearing the end of her pregnancy.
Speaking of the pregnant one…we met up to swim last night (Evan was at his Grandparents). I left a tad early to sort out dinner. On returning home I get a tearful phone call. “I’ve fallen, come help me”. I returned to the leisure centre to find a very friendly family waiting with Nicola. She had been rushing and slipped off the curb. Luckily she landed on her hands and knees. She was still very shaken so we called the Grange Birthing Centre and had them have a listen to the baby’s heartbeat. It was just a precaution and everything was fine. Its time Mrs B slowed down a bit…don’t you think!
Anyway…each wedding has its own entry…just to make linking easy. See ya!
Claire and Derrin were a referral from Kate and Ben whose wedding I shot a couple of years ago. Great to see them as well as various parents. Always warming to see familiar and friendly faces.
Now…the quest to work in as many Bond themed comments as possible.
I wonder is seeing this much of the dress…is not enough
Q — Why hang shoes on a shower cubicle A — Because I try hard to use Plenty O’Tooles
Sod it…I’m not really a big fan of the Bond films any way…I GIVE UP!
I’ve been to Cain Manor many times…but I had never seen that ickle window before!
Shoe! Move on…nothing to see here
Me thinks I’ve seen that staircase before!
Cain Manor’s window of awesome light
It’s an odd job…this Groom lark
I’ve now opened Wikipedia for Bond references…can you believe there was a character named Dr. Holly Goodhead … that is incredible!
I learned a long time ago…you never shoot the Cain Manor exit at floor level
You are right to be confused!
The ‘other’ Cain Manor window of Magnificent Light
You have to admit…he’s got a golden eye
Where the green came from I have no idea!
It’s no Astin Martin…but it’ll do
THIS PHOTO CANNOT BE EXPLAINED!
Ladies and Gentlemen…Steve Brookstein
It was so nice of Davina to join us
Clearly..she too has just read the list of dodgy Bond character names
Meet Mike…he’s always turned on
Stars in your….forehead?
In the calm zone between the end of the speeches and the evenings disco…STRICTLY COME DANCING!
Quantum of Silence
And a few from the Boy Wonder ….. Darren
I set Darren the task of the cake…I wasn’t disappointed
Catching guests before the ceremony
Timing is everything
He wasn’t impressed with this shot out of camera…I’d be interested to see what he thinks now
Nice context shot
Better angle and better than mine
A bit more of the WT(H) shot
Bearing witness to cruel and unusual detention techniques
Good catch D
Strictly Through The Window
Its always a moment of slight hesitation. “Hi, my name is Andy, I’m a photographer and I’m getting married.” Oh dear, here we go again. In some ways, shooting the wedding of another wedding photographer is quite easy. They know the score, the challenges, the rules. But we’re all a little bit different. They also generally get a different type of package to the general public…one that includes handing over the files and letting them do all the work. My only problem is that I feel a significant part of what I do that makes me interesting happens in the second part of the phase…that being at the computer. I care more about content then composition…emotion more than exposure…candor instead of colour. As a result I always have to fiddle with a few files. Just so everyone knows what I saw and the way I saw it. So…in a break from tradition….in futile quest to ensure that poor Hazel gets to see some of her wedding photographs sooner rather than later (yes, we photographers are the worst at processing our own images) I have created a wee secret slideshow. To view it you need to have been at the wedding or know the couple. To access it type the following into your browser:
http://www.shootinghip.com/slideshows/[ANDY'S LAST NAME]
clearly, replace [ANDY'S LAST NAME] with the his last name…
However, for everyone else…here’s a normal blog entry
A full head of hair…
…but only half a face. Brides go to such extreme lengths!
As Barry Benson Bee would say … “Box Light”
Perhaps my most interesting flower shot ever…and for the record, they flowers were there to begin with
Case in point…in the original Hazel’s arm is also in the reflection…not any more!
We’re goin’ on a … Autumn Holiday
TFL would be so proud
At least someone bought a ticket
The bus lady has to stand there to stop people from hopping on…the fact that Routemaster busses are no longer in service should be a clue.
Same to you … pal!
A moment’s silence at the closure of the Brass Rubbing Centre
Pre ceremony drinks — YES WE CAN!
Push Bar To Open
Shooter to the left of me, shooter to the right…here I am, stuck in the middle with you
You just know he’s thinking “if I was shooting this wedding….”
Ye Olde Windsor Guildhall Motion Blur Exit Shot — Opus # 4
I’m ‘stuck’ (groan) for words
The lovely Great Fosters Tithe Barn
Whilst wondering around I came across this room…from the outside. I then became that dude out of Die Hard in an attempt to find access to it. Cha-ching!
Andy, whilst being the biggest camera mug of 2008, was able to turn it on like an underwear model at any time
H&A — remember what I said to you whilst I was lying on the floor
Fantastic Frank Sinatra impersonator…English as you like and once the show started as convincing a New York accent as I’ve ever heard
Hmmm…can I have a flake with that?
Smooth tones…soft served!
Frank managed a rare thing…dancing — BEFORE — the dancing
Shooting the speeches wasn’t what I would call…easy. With a 3ft 2in ceiling on hobbits could stand up under there!
Speaking of which…meet Grigory Brandybuck of Buckland
Bloody hell…these days, everyone thinks they’re a photographer…although, I suppose with this wedding…they actually were!
Guest flash cake shot rim light yummy yummy
Don’t forget the secret slideshow folks…
Thirteen years ago tomorrow, my dear wife to be left me standing at the altar…for a whole 20 minutes…before she decided to show up. At first I thought it was a test…or perhaps she was having second thoughts. But 13 years later I can tell you, with all honestly….she just chronically late for everything. Go figure…
So yes, you read that correct. Nicola and I will have been married for 13 years (as of tomorrow). We’re off for a few days, leaving Evan behind. He didn’t seemed too fussed this morning as long as he gets to go swimming with Granny and Granddad.
Nicola is starting to ‘nest’. So many jobs, so little time. Her Dad has finished decorating Evan’s new room. The wardrobe is up and most of his things are moved. We’re only waiting on the new curtains and his new bed to arrive. The switch isn’t going to be an issue. He is so excited about moving. He’s going through his toys looking for things to give to the baby.
Lately its the things Evan doesn’t seem to understand that gives us the most laughs. Anything that we’ve done before is prefaced with ‘last night’. So instead of last time we went to the park its last night we went to the park. Perhaps more amusing in person. However he did ask Nicola “mummy. do you have your puppies?”. Naturally being pregnant, certain anatomy changes and she found it hilarious (as did I). Luckily for us what he wanted to know was whether she had her poppies. He’s quite into poppies and Remembrance Day.
Our very own Power Ranger (which is strange as we’ve never EVER seen Power Rangers)
For the past 2 weeks, the train set has taken back its number 1 status
The Young Controller at work
“What’s that?” Mummy is home!
Remembrance Sunday in Petersfield Square
Off to the memorial
OK…not great…but OK
Later, at Alice Holt, Evan does his own marching
Cuddles with Mummy
If it can be cliimbed…Evan will climb it!
On Saturday night, we made pizza