Newport Beach, Laguna, Dana Point, San Clemente, the bluffs at Corona del Mar, and the occasional flight somewhere else entirely. What follows runs the way a wedding day actually runs, not the way a portfolio usually gets arranged.
The dress still hanging, the room louder with nerves than with people. This is the hour nobody photographs enough of, and it is where half the good frames live.
Nothing here can be repeated. Every frame is the only one of its kind, which is why I shoot it quietly and from a distance rather than stepping into the aisle.
Twenty minutes, usually, between the ceremony ending and dinner starting. The light goes warm, the two of you finally exhale, and we leave the party for a while.
Toasts, the first dance, and whatever the band does to the floor after that. Shot on available light and flash where the room needs it, never on a schedule.
There are no arranged poses in this gallery. I work documentary, which means I spend most of a wedding waiting rather than directing. A father seeing his daughter for the first time cannot be staged and will not happen twice. The job is to already be standing in the right place when it does.