Since I’ve started my wedding photography business, I’ve been fortunate enough to meet so many other women wedding photographers, also trying to fight their way to the top in a super competitive industry, but despite the competitive nature of our jobs, so many of them have become my dearest friends! Some were there for me when I was new, answering my every, boring question about their businesses and giving me opportunities by sending me referrals they couldn’t take or bringing me along as a second shooter. There are some who I’ve shared the best and worst of weddings with, others whose coat tails I’ve tried to catch a ride on. Some I’ve mentored, some have mentored me, others have shared my passion for cats, Friends (the TV show) and/or Jesus. All of us obviously sharing a passion for photography and most likely Jose Villa. Hopefully there is someone out there who shares my nerdy additcion to Harry Potter and Lord of the Rings, but I’m still looking. Most women, Most married. We all LOVE our jobs.
I was texting with one of these girlfriends last night and we were talking about having a wedding photographer get together. I joked that we should have a formal ball and invite all the husbands so they can all finally meet each other. My husband (who I should add now works with one of my photog friends’ husbands) the usual jokester piped in that we should all dress up in our wedding dresses and take photos of each other. Oh the hilarity!
But through that ridiculous image of 15+ girls in white dresses with cameras, I started thinking about the pattern of the wedding photographer’s beginnings, and most of the girls I know have the a similar story. If this isn’t your story (male wedding photogs especially) I apologize, and if you’ve gotten there all on your own, my hat is off to you, but for the rest of us, I think some props need to be given to the men in our lives who got us through. For most of us, we got married to our best friends, loved our wedding photographers and envied their jobs while we weren’t happy in our own jobs (usually involving cubicles, fluorescent lighting and too much AC). We bought our first cameras and thanks to our husbands’ moral support and frequent posing for our cameras as we ventured in to the great unknown of “Manual mode” we eventually got confident enough to market ourselves for paid jobs. After a lot of second shooting and practicing on our unwilling husbands, we booked our first wedding and celebrated with our husbands. Many of our husbands help with the financial side of the business, are sounding boards for our big decisions, and ALL of them have been there for the tears (“I’m never going to learn Flash!”) and the victories (“My first blog feature, YAY!!!”) and the ups and downs. The number of times my husband has had to reassure me of his confidence in my abilities, and compliments others have given while I whined about how much I hate my own photos… With the emotional roller coaster I’ve put my husband through over the last 2 years of starting my business, he certainly deserves a medal! Or at least a really big cookie. Let’s also not leave out that having a dual income, makes it much easier to take the risk of starting a new business. (We so appreciate your dinero, Muchachos!) I just love my job and where I’m at in life and I couldn’t have done it without you, Alex!
THANKS TO ALL THE HUSBANDS, ALL THE HELPERS, FAIRY GODMOTHERS AND FELLOW WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHERS who have allowed us to get where we are. We promise won’t let you down!
My fun-loving husband normally looks like this (photo taken in early 2011):