They say a picture is worth a thousand words -then about ten thousand more to someone in love. I'm here to confirm that both of those statements are true. Mostly thanks to the beautiful and esteemed work of Saiaf Films, who did an amazing job - I mean AMAZING JOB, with the completed photos I just received of my winter sunset wedding! Photos that for me at least, border on PERFECTION, especially since I had such poor expectations and was so doubtful starting out.
My sister, bridesmaid and photographer herself, always says capturing the "look of love" is the hardest thing to do on film, two people truly in love even more so. I don't know if it's the sureness of self from years of experience, ultimately developing a knack for the right shots and which moments to preserve, or perhaps it's just the natural talent, passion and instinct for this type of art - having an "eye" for such photography. Believe me, for such a finely crafted and stunning finish, I can attest it truly is an "art." At least the fine folks at Saiaf Films have managed to take something as pedestrian as "taking a picture" and succeeded in elevating it into an art form themselves. I personally think it must be a combination of all three.
Now I wouldn't call myself either model-like or ugly, but photos of me have always been...two thumbs down disappointing. I've just always hated the look on my face in most of them honestly. Like all of us, I've taken thousands, I'll admit, some of them I've even liked a little! A rare few that really managed to bring out the "essence of me" have I loved. Most though, I've plain disliked, or flat out hated! I just never learned how to pose, especially smile for them, and while my friend's fake smile game is solid, mine is AWFUL, let me tell you! Can anyone relate?
For the mere fact it was my wedding, a moment in time to remember forever, I reluctantly agreed to hire someone and memorialize the day. I wasn't expecting much. I figured, through no fault or lack of skill on their part, that at best I'd get back a pile of pictures with my frozen, terrible "fake smiling" face in a beautiful white dress (and wearing a magnificent ring as well by the way, but I digress...) What I DID get back however, was the result of an unarguable, indisputable, talented and obviously dedicated to his craft, "PROFESSIONAL" professional photographer. Not to sound narcissistic by any means, but I was shocked to see myself in those photos as beautiful, delicate, feminine, happy, most of all, in love, very, very obviously in love in fact with my lifemate and now husband and partner for life.
What he was able to skillfully capture was the look of desperation in our eyes that said "I can't and won't live without you!" The look of true joy on our faces as we clasped hands at the alter and realized we were about to be joined eternally at the root, till death parts us. The look that only those stupidly in love share, the look that I was skeptical could be caught, but is so joyously and plainly evident to see. Those gorgeous pictures that still bring a tear to my eye upon seeing again.
Even the abstract, object only photos, without people or faces, from our grasped hands, ringside up, to the invitations, date cards and place settings at the tables, even in those, I stress talented photographer did more than snap a photo, he captured the spirit of birth in all its Glory. The birth of a family, the birth of a new era, the birth of the rest of our lives together, the birth of something truly breathtaking, living, fragile. Every photo was the same, and each glowed with the spirit of life in a way I've not seen before and doubt to see again. To call photography merely an art almost borders on insulting here. They created magic. Magic I'll be humbly proud to show off on display for a lifetime, then will to the kids as a treasure to cherish in time, because they really ARE that good!
Well, since I can't repay my gratitude with a full time salary, the very least I can do is leave my glowing recommendation here, and that, coming from a genuine, it takes an awful lot to impress me, skeptic. To think, a rave report like this, (which I never, ever do - and don't get me started on the damned caterers!) From someone who always has, and with this exception alone, always WILL hate their own photos, listen up; to anyone out there like me, who cringes at the thought of (painful, fake) smiling for the camera, if there's anyone,
ANY, ONE,
who has the natural talent, and inherent skill, (not to mention some very competitive rates besides,) it's the brilliant, accommodating and friendly folks at Saiaf Films. read more