So, a group of us photographers were having drinks to celebrate an industry event in Sydney a few months ago. As I was talking to Amy and Milton (Milton who is a fantastic wedding photographer; you can see his work, here ), we discovered that I would be in Italy while they would be in Paris at the beginning of their whirlwind European adventure for the winter.
Conversations bounced around, “we’d love to get photos of us taken” and, “it’s just a pity you’d be so close, and yet so far!”
A few moments later –whilst Amy was taken away into another conversation— Milton gave me the side-tilt with his head (suggesting secrecy) and told me there might be a proposal in the works while they were in Paris. He graciously said it would be amazing to get photos of the event and we spoke about how it would be a pity I’d be in the wrong country at that time.
Well, as soon as I heard that story, I knew I had to adjust my plans to be there.
The plan was simple: We’d rendezvous in Paris, we’d walk around till the sun was right about to go down, and then Milton would drop to one-knee and pop the question. I’d look down, check my lens cap was off, and then nab their fleeting moment.
In reality: After wandering around shooting for a couple of hours, just as the sun was going down (our prime time shooting window), our taxi driver got lost. A slight disheartenment from myself (and obviously Milton), with a side-tilt glance and a bit of a wink, I suggested to Milton and Amy, “Why don’t we meet up again tomorrow afternoon and have another play in the sun?”
The first set of images are from Day One (otherwise known as, The First Attempt):
And so ended Day One.
The below sequence of images are from the second afternoon we spent together (otherwise known as The Afternoon slash Evening of Success):
By the way, at this stage, Amy still has no idea what’s about to happen.
Light was lost again, but it didn’t matter so much this time, as Milton spotted the light pole that would illuminate the perfect stage for what was about to happen next…
Milton inspects the light pole. Looks at me. Gives me the knowing nod… I’m in position.
I actually got man tears.