At the end of photographing a wedding I always come away with one photo that sticks out in my memory. It’s always the photo that I presume would be deemed as unpopular by the general public. So, I’m beginning a series as to why that one photo that is burnt in my memory at the end of the day is my favorite one.
A couple of years ago I discovered the photographer Gueorgui Pinkhassov; particularly his early work. I completely fell in love. He embraced vibrant colors and the abstract. Then, I decided to look him up on Instagram and saw that he was still shooting these days, but had veered into an even more abstract approach. His photographs focus on indistinguishable subjects. Majority of the time you don’t know what you’re looking at.
There is nothing I love more than something being left to the imagination.
There is nothing I love more than rules being broken.
Something I admire greatly in a photograph are subjects that take on shapes and become devoid of the subject itself. You’re left with a mood, a slight unease, turning thoughts, and your own imagination at work.
That is why this photograph I took of the bride curling her hair was predominantly in my memory at the end of the wedding day.
I used manual focus for parts of the day which allowed for more experimenting. I love how her lips mimic the cap on the bottle in the background, and the black overreaching the corner as if you’re watching it continue to bleed through the whole photograph. And rather than telling you exactly what is happening, it is left up to you to decide.
Ultimately, you can’t tell it’s a photograph from a wedding day. But to the bride, I hope, as she looks at it, it can stir the emotion that she felt when she was curling her hair a few minutes before she walked out for the ceremony.