Jennifer & Jason
It started out pretty typically. My mother wanted tiaras and flaming Baked Alaska; I wanted family-sized bowls of pasta and barefoot dancing. When I saw the website of the overpriced, over-the-top photographer she ‘had all lined up,’ I played it cool. I told her we’ll see. Then I found Eric. His website only hints at his skill — his talents lie just as much in his storytelling as in his flawless photography, as I later found out.
Friendly and professional at our first meeting, I quickly knew the two most important things:
1) that his artwork was vibrant, uninhibited and flattering to all subjects, and 2) that he would need very little direction to make it happen. Thank goodness, because when he walked in my house that afternoon he walked into a madhouse – seven unfinished bridesmaids, four lumbering men in tuxes (Dad and brothers) and one near-hysterical bride (me!). I took one look at him and said “make yourself comfortable and do what you need to do,” and that was that. I caught brief glimpses of him standing in the shower and leaping over my bed, but until we got to the reception and group photos, he was like a shadow.
Midway through our honeymoon, we checked our email and Eric had already gotten a page organized with all our photos. They are stunning – I never knew I could look so beautiful! I still tear every time I look at them, and so does my Mom!
Jennifer & Jason
