So last year I received an email from this legend named Bradford asking me to come out to Austin, Texas to document the day that he was to marry Leslie. I knew Bradford before this, as we had crossed paths a couple of times in the US at photography conferences, and I liked this guy a lot. The other thing I knew/liked about Bradford is that he is a stupid-talented wedding photographer (hence the path-crossing at conferences). Anyway, a few emails, months, plane rides and drips of sweat later, myself and my amazing partner in life and crime, Andrea (who shot this insane wedding with me), arrive in Texas to the warmest welcome. What happened next is documented below in two parts.
Day One & Day Two.
They say everything is bigger in Texas. Well, my friends, that goes for this blog post as well. I hope you make it all the way to the end, block out 10 mins, grab a drink sit back and have a scroll through the 24 hours (and some change) we spent with the (now) Martens, y’all. I swear you will have a blast.
Bradford, Leslie, thank you for entrusting the task of documenting your day with us, it really was an honour. Love, Dan (and Andrea).
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In a nutshell {the really short version}
In the shell of a much longer nut {the editors cut}
Day 1.
Day two {Wedding Day}
From Andrea’s Journal o the night
“My favourite time of the day was a fully unplanned one. When after all was said and done (and 150 people had danced and drank and ate their way through a massive sound system and a five hour dance floor), it was the 1:00 am shut off for the mood lighting and the best DJ on the planet earth (The Flashdance). They turned on the tin lights and shut off the strobes. “Time to get on the shuttle bus everyone!” the planner yelled out to the remaining 30 people (including us). With that, the Mr. Dance, who had been throwing down tracks like a crazy man, turned on a slow song while he packed up his gear. The song turned out to be “The Bad Days” by David Ramirez, and was one of the couple’s self proclaimed anthems.
Without a word or a pause, Bradford grabbed Leslie and held her tight and close, in such an intimate embrace I was almost inclined to look away. About 15 of us sat on the slide lines of the crumpled glitter-covered d-floor, under the fluorescent lights, and watched them sway and lip-sync to one another for the 4 minutes of the song. The bright lights, the flash, the planning, and the mania of the wedding day were gone. As all of us were sitting there watching, suddenly those two were the only ones in the room.
I thought, ‘There it is. That’s why we’re here.’
Venue – Prospect House
Music – Michael Antonia – AKA The Flashdance
Stylists – Yeti and the Beast
Planner – Heavenly Day Events
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