You see, I didn’t always want to be a photographer . . .

In fact, throughout high school, I felt like the ugly duckling of my friend group. Everyone else seemed to have this passion for music, or drawing, or a mind for math and science. Meanwhile, I played video games and watched fantasy movies.

The reason I was even IN film school was because I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go to college. My dad pressured me to “just pick a place” and I ended up at the first college I had visited, doing a major that my dad had suggested: Cinema & Media Arts. I had no experience going in, and was rejected my first year. I happened to end up loving it, and for the first time in my life I had this thing that felt like “me.”


So fast forward. 4 years of finding myself, learning film, immersing myself into what I thought was going to be my life’s work and this dude, Isaac, yells at me while I am waiting to order my morning coffee,
“Chris. Come here. Now.”

So fast forward. 4 years of finding myself, learning film, immersing myself into what I thought was going to be my life’s work and this dude, Isaac, yells at me while I am waiting to order my morning coffee,
“Chris. Come here. Now.”

I rolled my eyes, and thought “Dude… couldn’t you just wait til I get my drink?”

But it sounded interesting, so I stepped out of line and walked over to see what was worth delaying my morning caffeine blast for.


On his computer was a wedding photo. It was a still, single image, but it felt like it was moving. Not only was it rich in color and contrast, but I felt like I knew the people in it, even though they were only silhouettes. The single frame spoke an entire narrative.

 


Then another image popped up. A different story, a different couple. Completely unique from the previous one.

Isaac said he had found this photographer, and a few others while researching for his wedding videography company. I’m sure he said a bit more but I honestly wasn’t listening at that point because I was so mesmerized by the images on his screen.

I hopped back into line, and grabbed my coffee… but I couldn’t get the images out of my head.

How could unmoving images tell such intense stories? Why did seeing photos from someone else’s wedding make me feel so warm? I spent the next few weeks obsessing over this new found storytelling. A few weeks of obsessing turned into a few months of learning, which turned into a career.


I didn’t end up the director of a production company, shooting feature length films.


Instead, I became a photographer, telling the narratives of couples wanting to be authentically themselves.

 

 

Great stories comprise drama, humor, tension, and relief, and reality is no different. My background in Cinema has helped me embrace each wedding I photograph as its own unique storyline, with characters going through conflicts and resolutions.

If you are someone who wants to see a portfolio of couples that look like you, and who’s wedding yours will mimic, I’m not the photographer for you.

If you are someone who wants to see a portfolio of couples that look like you, and who’s wedding yours will mimic, I’m not the photographer for you.

Perfect consistency and repetition isn’t something I believe in. Part of the draw of the stories I get to tell are the imperfections and human elements that connect deeper memories to still images: rain pouring down during a grand exit and soaking everyone involved, dogs running around knocking over makeup while the bride is getting ready, a groom crying so hard that he can barely get through his vows. Embracing the struggles of the day only help to accentuate the beauty in the peaceful and joyous moments.


I believe people deserve to have their love shown in a way that allows anyone looking at the photos to feel the intense bond that they share.


I believe your photos can be be more than simple documentation. Your images should be pieces of art that tell the story of your love, emotions, and individuality. Looking back on them, you should be transported through those memories and feel a sense of awe that you were part of a beautiful narrative.


Your narrative.

In fact, throughout high school, I felt like the ugly duckling of my friend group. Everyone else seemed to have this passion for music, or drawing, or a mind for math and science. Meanwhile, I played video games and watched fantasy movies.

The reason I was even IN film school was because I couldn’t decide where I wanted to go to college. My dad pressured me to “just pick a place” and I ended up at the first college I had visited, doing a major that my dad had suggested: Cinema & Media Arts. I had no experience going in, and was rejected my first year. I happened to end up loving it, and for the first time in my life I had this thing that felt like “me.”


So fast forward. 4 years of finding myself, learning film, immersing myself into what I thought was going to be my life’s work and this dude, Isaac, yells at me while I am waiting to order my morning coffee,
“Chris. Come here. Now.”

So fast forward. 4 years of finding myself, learning film, immersing myself into what I thought was going to be my life’s work and this dude, Isaac, yells at me while I am waiting to order my morning coffee,
“Chris. Come here. Now.”


I rolled my eyes, and thought “Dude… couldn’t you just wait til I get my drink?”

But it sounded interesting, so I stepped out of line and walked over to see what was worth delaying my morning caffeine blast for.

On his computer was a wedding photo. It was a still, single image, but it felt like it was moving. Not only was it rich in color and contrast, but I felt like I knew the people in it, even though they were only silhouettes. The single frame spoke an entire narrative.

 


Then another image popped up. A different story, a different couple. Completely unique from the previous one.

Isaac (a fellow film major of mine) said he had found this photographer, and a few others while researching for his wedding videography company. I’m sure he said a bit more but I honestly wasn’t listening at that point because I was so mesmerized by the images on his screen.
I hopped back into line, and grabbed my coffee… but I couldn’t get the images out of my head.

How could unmoving images tell such intense stories? Why did seeing photos from someone else’s wedding make me feel so warm? I spent the next few weeks obsessing over this new found storytelling. A few weeks of obsessing turned into a few months of learning, which turned into a career.


I didn’t end up the director of a production company, shooting feature length films.



Instead, I became a photographer, telling the narratives of couples wanting to be authentically themselves.

 

Great stories comprise drama, humor, tension, and relief, and reality is no different. My background in Cinema has helped me embrace each wedding I photograph as its own unique storyline, with characters going through conflicts and resolutions.

If you are someone who wants to see a portfolio of couples that look like you, and who’s wedding yours will mimic, I’m not the photographer for you.

If you are someone who wants to see a portfolio of couples that look like you, and who’s wedding yours will mimic, I’m not the photographer for you.

Perfect consistency and repetition isn’t something I believe in. Part of the draw of the stories I get to tell are the imperfections and human elements that connect deeper memories to still images: rain pouring down during a grand exit and soaking everyone involved, dogs running around knocking over makeup while the bride is getting ready, a groom crying so hard that he can barely get through his vows. Embracing the struggles of the day only help to accentuate the beauty in the peaceful and joyous moments.


I believe people deserve to have their love shown in a way that allows anyone looking at the photos to feel the intense bond that they share.


I believe your photos can be be more than simple documentation. Your images should be pieces of art that tell the story of your love, emotions, and individuality. Looking back on them, you should be transported through those memories and feel a sense of awe that you were part of a beautiful narrative.


Your narrative.