So this first experience as a wedding photographer in India was to say the least dramatic. The evening rituals had more of everything comparing to the more quiet day ceremoni. My strongest memory from it all was the relentless nearly trance like drums accompanied by som kind of obscure horn instrument. All mixed up with the sound from the shells people blew in at different stages of the proceedings. It was a mayhem of chanting and fire. And glamour. The thread Mala’s evening sari was made of was made of pure gold. Apparently she’s had it polished a couple of times in preparations of the wedding. A polished wedding gown made of gold. It must have weighed over 10kg. Fancy one myself. Just need to find handsome Indian prince first…
Anyway. this was a once in a life time experience which I will be forever grateful for. Some days my job is better than others.
You work is amazing. I feel a punch in the stomach looking at this. You are up there with the best, Lena. Know that!