2017: the best bits

OR SHOULD I SAY SOME OF MY FAVE BITS…

The annual ‘best of’ review post is a bit of a ritual amongst photographers, and I always try and post mine before the end of the year – the same sort of time that every other organisation is posting their reviews of the year too. This year I failed a bit, but first week in Jan – I won’t beat myself up.

2017 marks 6 calendar years of weddings, 7 wedding seasons, 5 years full time self employed and 209 weddings shot in total. I’ve travelled to Italy, Cumbria, Somerset and everywhere in between, although mostly back to London; this year has seen the most urban weddings I’ve ever shot, and I love it – the city truly has my heart. Stretching all the way from the 7th Jan, to the end of December. The images I’ve chosen to represent the year are 107 of my ultimate faves – frames I love for no particular reason, and I’ve chosen them because I love the way they make me feel – the light, the energy, the colours.

I want to say a heartfelt thank you to all 35 of the wonderful couples that have chosen me to document their days, for allowing me to do what I do and letting me become part of your extended family for the day. A massive Thank You also to those couples that worked with Libby in 2017, and to Libby herself for coming and being part of this journey.

From a personal perspective I can’t wait to see what 2018 brings –  I’m already 2/3 booked, so if you’re reading this and thinking about getting in touch then do, I’d love to hear from you and all about your plans. I’m also looking forward to heading back to France for some gorgeous Chateau weddings, speaking all about my approach to light at The Snap photography festival, hopefully travel and discovering some new destinations and having some unadulterated Netflix time now that wedding season is on hiatus until March.

I hope you enjoy these best bits. I’m hoping to publish the best of some of my other shoots – engagements, families and other stuff next week.

Here’s to 2018 – may it contain news stories which cannot broadly be mistaken for satire (Maybe too late for that)