Wedding photography portfolio, Cheshire and the North West
Nobody here
is a model.
Fifteen years, 650 weddings, eight countries. Every picture on this page is a real wedding day, photographed as it happened.
Everything below actually happened. No models, no styled shoots, nobody posed into looking wistful. Cheshire barns, city venues, a castle or two, and a few weddings that needed a passport.
If you want to know how I work rather than what it looks like, that lives on the about page. This bit is just the pictures.
The ceremony
The part I care most about, and the part that goes fastest. I shoot it quietly, from wherever I can actually see faces, and I never stop it to rearrange anybody. Vows, rings, the first kiss, and whatever your dad’s face does when you turn around.
Everyone you love
This is the whole reason I work the way I do. Your nan pulling a face. Bridesmaids losing it before you have even walked in. The dog. Kids running riot. In twenty years these are the ones you will not be able to look at without going a bit soft.
The two of you
I’ll borrow you for a short while and give you straight back to your people. Golden fields, blue hour, off camera flash once it goes dark. This is where the flash work I teach other photographers earns its keep, because it means rain and a pitch black venue stop being a problem.
After dark
My favourite hour of the whole day. Fireworks, sparklers, a champagne spray you will still be finding in your hair on Tuesday, and a building lit up just for the two of you. Dark is not a problem I work around. Dark is the point.
The party
Confetti, sparklers, fireworks, silent discos, and a dancefloor at half eleven when nobody cares what they look like any more. I stay until the end, because the end is where the best pictures are. And yes, there are bums. There are always bums.
Seen enough? Go on then.
I take twelve weddings a year and I’d love yours to be one of them. Send me the date, the venue, and who’s going to be first on the dancefloor.