The bride was calm in her room. Her sisters were highly enthusiastic. The groom was cheeky. And his merry band of brothers boisterious. The neighbourhood wakening gate crashing session was memorably noisy and the air was frequently punctuated by wild exclamations of disbelief and proclaimation of ever lasting love from the groom. Well, almost.
You see, one of the games that the sisters had for The Brotherhood was a Q&A session about the bride and Marc had hit one question right on. As a photographer during gate crashing, this was usually the heat of the battle, dodging flying hands and scrambling bodies to get my angles. But when THE answer left Marc’s mouth, there was a silence. An unfamilar silence. I could actually afford the time to straighten my back. It was like someone hit the pause button on an old black & white Alfred Hitchcock film. It was a moment that I had never felt in the many weddings past. And then as if the fast forward button was activated, the scene burst into a rapture of hard bargaining again… it was back to normal service.