Photography

Four months into the process, we're clicking through the special days of couples that found each other. You can post a comment for photographer shoutouts, but in the meantime, take a moment to guess which one of the following descriptions will be the photographer most likely to grab you by your ankles, turn you upside down, and shake the bills and coins from your trouser pockets:

a) Father/Son dynamic duo
b) Team of photographers that guarantees their equipment will definitely work on your wedding day
c) A former J.Crew photo editress.

Think for a few, then mull over which one happens to be the preferred shutterbug when you are a Mexican that grew up in Utah (white people) and fit more than one quota (poor and Mexican AND from Utah) to be given plenty of grant money to attend an Ivy League institution (more white people). Yes, I've been running from my heritage since my first pair of loafers found my feet, and believe me, it hurts to run in dress shoes.

However, this is all beside the point, which is that the word "wedding" somehow means "markup." Even option "a" requires an arm for the deposit, and then a leg to pick up the balance. I guess feeding a family is important, and from the website profile, the son looks like a hungry boy. In all honesty, though, I must say that professional photography beats the shit out a disposable camera, but if that's what you have to work with, snap what your mama gave ya. No matter what the photo format, hold your memories dear, because the world is going to blow up soon.