Another thing that we've learned during the planning process is that personality matters. Remember picture day in grammar school? The guy telling you where to look, to angle your chin 32 and a half degrees clockwise and rotate your shoulders down, no wait, over, no, down? Mr. Jostens held sway for those fleeting moments, and you let him, because he was always a happy guy, even if he may have been faking it. Now think about Mr. Jostens following you around and telling you what to do for 8 hours. Personality has been making or breaking vendors this entire week, and photographer 'B' is no exception.
For as many magazines Ms. B has been featured in, I'm not so sure I'd like to be bossed around by the little needlebutt for 8 hours. The upside to that is that we don't get her for the full 8 hours, rather, she takes off after the salad course, leaving her able assistant to handle shooting the drunk crowd. The photo quality is night and day, and Ms. B is good at what she does. So good, in fact, that it's gone to her mom-cut dome piece, and this is where she lost us. Either she's a shitty saleswoman, or she's got her nose in the air, but regardless, when I tell a joke and fail to hear laughter, I get the impression that a stick might be lodged in an uncomfortable place, and when you've got to deal with a lodged stick AND shooting a 15 person wedding party, somebody's bound to throw fists and/or crudites.
I, for one, would be appalled if that happened (unplanned) on my wedding day.
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