When I was seven or eight I went to my cousin's wedding. I wore a black crushed velvet dress that had a ruffled fusha skirt with black polka-dots and my sister crimped my hair. I was enchanted with the process of dressing up. Of everyone dressing up. The groomsman wore tail coats, jeans, and spurs - my cousin's fashion sense. And as each woman walked up the asile the dresses were more beautiful, the guests vivid hues, the soft pink puffs of bridesmaide dresses, then ending with a confection of a white satin and lace wedding gown. Throughout the day and into the evening the joy hung in the air like glossomer strands you could touch. People smiled, they laughed, and they danced. Oh how they danced! Slowly swaying in couples, in a circle all together as the band passed the mic around, another cousin taught me the mashed potato and the twist, and even though I was too shy to dance with the boy who asked, I fell in love - with weddings.

With every wedding I photograph I take the time to see through my seven-year-old self's eyes - to see the magic and the beauty in the day, to notice the details as if seeing everything for the first time. I combine that with an artistic eye that I have cultivated into and through my adulthood, and marry both with a storytelling style of capture, a punch of fashion and whimsy, and the highest quality design and photographic products for my bride and groom.

If you are spending time creating a day to remember, let me capture the story, so that you can share the magic and beauty forever.