I had it in mind to write a reflective post about how crap last year was. Was going to make interesting political observations about the EU referendum and the election of Trump. Was preparing to write a eulogy to Bowie and to grieve for the death of UK music at the hands of Honey G. I then thought that perhaps this isn’t the kind of stuff newly engaged couples trawling wedding blogs want to read. They probably don’t want exasperated, portly, middle aged curmudgeons spouting poorly thought-out opinions based on very little knowledge.
I reckon they would rather read a blog post which adheres to the official wedding blog post guidelines.
- Always be sickeningly positive.
- Always say “heart” instead of “love”.
- Always fake interest in shoes and even if you cant tell a kitten heel from a clog, you must say they are lovely.
- Brides are always gorgeous, grooms are always handsome and together they are always adorable.
- Always say gown instead of dress (WTF is the difference?)
- Weddings must be categorised as either Contemporary, Rustic or Classic (I think classic is pretentious blog code for boring).
- Every blog post must contain at least one photo of a bearded hipster in skinny trousers and a bow tie. If that’s the mother of the bride, so be it.
Those are just some of the rules one must follow to conform in the wonderful world of weddings since the advent of the internet.
That used to be me. I’m sure if you look back you will see posts where I have used the words “pastel shades” or “stunning burlap chair ties”. However, 2017 marks the tenth year of McBeth Photography.
So 10 years and nearly 300 weddings later I have reached the point where I think it’s ok to reject all the fake fluff hashtaggery. No longer shall I feel the need to express excitement at hand punched place cards and table centers depicting all the benches the couple have eaten chips on (although that does sound like a cool idea). I will stop pretending I know the difference between Jenny and Chris Packham (although I do). Weddings are great and photographing them is brilliant. You can’t help but be impressed with the amount of effort put in and attention to detail most folk have in planning the day which is perfect for them.
For me though it’s about the people. It’s the obviously nervous groom, the tipsy granny and the overly friendly uncle. It’s the slightly awkward but ultimately hilarious dance routine. It’s that moment during the speeches when the best man says that thing which causes the groom to hold his head in his hands before glancing toward his new wife.
So on that note, I would like to present the beautiful Hollie, the handsome Terry (aren’t they adorable) and their (I’m gonna say) contemporary wedding at the stunning Signet Library In Edinburgh. Check out Hollie’s shoes, I heart them.
Bollocks, no hipster.