Archive for Manor Barn
Hiya blog stalkers — and hi to all you newbies as well. Its a glorious Monday morning (OK, its a bit grey and overcast, but remember Lucy and James are in the Indian Ocean and we want them to think that they’ve left the best weather all summer). My Sunday was pretty glorious as well…mostly because I figured out how to rid my facebook newfeed from those stupid Mafia Wars updates. Seriously, I was sitting in my porcelain office reviewing the weekends happenings on Sunday AM with my iPhone (luckily for you I didn’t accidently hit the ‘take picture’ button) and one person filled the entire newsfeed with the crap. I Googled…I won! I even posted it on my FB status and by the time I got back home later that night I had a ton of ‘thank yous’ from other friends who hated them as well. But let’s be honest, we don’t really give two hoots about that now do we. We’re here to wax lyrical about the wedding of Lucy and James in Winchester and Manor Barn, Buriton.
As Hampshire weddings go, we pretty much traversed the county by starting out at St John’s in Winchester. Its the church just up the street from Lucy and James. Of course Lucy got ready in Chandlers Ford. M3 south on a sunny September Saturday is always dubious so I travelled via the A3, M27, M3(n). All in all, I simply never made it to Basingstoke or Andover, because if I had I would have covered every council in Hampshire. Its not a problem…I’m just sayin’.
A lovely couple…she a classic brunette with stunning eyes and he…a former Army officer with a fledgling pop career..oh, sorry, wrong James. A happy couple with lots of fun friends, wonderful parents and a mum with a fatal attraction for wedding flowers :) But thanks goes to everyone, parents, friends, Aunt Maude, for making us feel welcome. Also a big thanks to Nick, a press jock and boyfriend of the Bride’s sister, who let me relive the old days on his Mark 2(n) and let me borrow his 70-200 as I rarely use mine but found the table layout sorta required it.
So, its now time to review some wedding photography in Winchester and Manor Barn, Buriton, Hampshire.
Honestly people…what do you do with flat shoes when you’ve got ‘the addiction’?
The cheekiest smile which she wore…ALL DAY
The moment just before the MUA (make up artist) applied the pencil thin moustache
Lucy’s mum gets her dress on, whilst Lucy gets her game face on…
…unfortunately she left half of it in the other room
She seems to be losing bits on each photo…soon she’ll be just a blob in a mirror…
..but not before this important safety announcment – SMOKE DETECTORS SAVE LIVES
It the BIGGEST cliche in wedding photography. A Bride comes down the stairs, a father stands in awe waiting, the bloody photographer sets it all up with a mirror. Shocking really…but what if it simply happened in front of you. Would you shoot it knowing you didn’t do anything to manipulate it. Answer = YES. Of course I would, and to prove my honesty in knowing it ‘just happened’ I’ll even leave the make up lady lounging against the dining room door. Edgy eh!? Nice blob though.
A candelabra…with real candles. Go figure!
Not to be Blunt…but James…you look like someone famous. Not entirely who..but don’t worry mate…You’re Beautiful.
Everyone loves a good receiving line. I know I do
Best man waits to announcing in the new Mr and Mrs
Dirty! (they’ll know what I mean)
Mr and Mrs Pac-Man entrust me with their current wearabouts
Rock-Paper-Finger (and a chance to see James’ life threatening injury)
Its where all the cool kids hang out
I pledge allegiance…
Recipe: Sit on floor next to best man during speech, rest camera on knee, hope man at next table congratulates him, shoot from the … knee
Dancing to their favourites from ’1973′
Always lending a hand to help show you where to look first
My next interlude takes me to the world of Charlie. Charlie, abandoned by his girlfriend (but only for the wedding apparently) is free to drink as much as he likes and do whatever he wants. And on this day, that meant getting his photograph taken by me…more than a few times. Every wedding has a ‘Charlie’…please give generously to the ‘Help Charlie’ fund. Below is my contribution. Sorry Charlie.
On balance tho’…he is a damn fine looking man!
Now a few from the Big D…aka Darren
when you hang out with the ladies, its all MTV, bucks fizz and salmon sandwiches. With the boys its Soccer AM, Red Bull and one sausage split 8 ways
Lucy gave me the brief…”can we have a nice shot of the church and our road” — does this count Luce? By the way…your house…its in the middle of the street
Darren…SHAME ON YOU.
To be fair, it was a different church layout. D was in position A leaving me (R) 90 degrees opposite. Now my algebra is a bit rusty but I reckon that D+A~[R]/90 = just let Darren shoot it from the back
Add you’re own caption…but I reckon I’ve got more than a few ideas that won’t make the chap stage left that happy with me
I know he didn’t mean this…or maybe he did…but it rounded off the sequence rather well
Stealing my set up and making it…(damn you)…BETTER!
He’s got a thing for grannies you know
Check out the light bouncing back off the house. Sweet!
Why? Because if you can figure out what the heck they’re up to you’re better than me!
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
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Lucy and George — St Mary’s Buriton and Manor Barn — Friday, September 12, 2008
“Eye got you…with a stick pin” — sing it Frank
A very Celtic sky (what…you mean you don’t know what a Celtic sky is?)
“Yeah..I’m well chuffed…just got a great job at Lehman Bro’s!”
Hey…wait a minute. I recognise that Vicar. Indeed…Rev Dave is back!
I can honestly say its the first time I’ve ever heard The Goo-Goo Dolls in church
It ticked Simon’s “have frame, will use it” test
See…no two shots the same!
Receiving line heaven
FOB and his mum
The receiving line starts getting rather dramatic
Who woulda though that one bulb could light the whole sky
George was never going to turn into a frog…but it didn’t stop Lucy from apply a little insurance
I like it…and that’s enough for me
George…not bad for an Aussie!
Hanging out in Rivendell
Some say its an impressive composition…others call it Photoshop magic…all I know is…I get to lay down as I work!
10 to 1 we kick your Ashes!
With such a simple system is no wonder the subprime market went into meltdown
I particularly enjoyed the lifesize cake topper
FOB does a first…he drags the chef out so the guests can show him their appreciation…but that’s no ordinary chef…that Sean Denny…a damn fine chef and another resident of Liss
George’s Dad enjoys the banter
George, however, looked a bit more concerned!
Speaking of Frank (Sinatra)
Spied as I made the transition from one side of the speeches to the other