At the beginning of the year I had set my intention for 2012 to be the year of stories; my original idea being to document more of our personal life. Mid way through the year I thought I had failed, as my hard drive contained little more than the shoots we had done, and nothing of us.
Yet now I realise that was the story all along.
If our life were a movie, this last year would have been the montage of growing our business. There would be images of the collection of coffee cups on my desk, as the camera pans across the curled and empty foil papers of far too many Lindt white chocolate truffles. In the corner, wires from 3 external drives and 3 mobile flash drives tangle for space, surrounded by DVDs, memory cards and notebooks. There would be scenes of Cam and I kissing each other goodnight, as he went to bed and I went back to work, before finally creeping into bed at 3am and putting my cold hands and legs around him for warmth. There would be cardboard boxes, two new addresses and a new office. There would be rapid fire scenes of days where I seemingly haven’t moved, haven’t changed, and remain fixed in front of the computer. There would be a good nights sleep guaranteed at 3 Premier Inns, followed by oily over-priced pub breakfasts, and far too many MacDonald pit stops. There would be panic over accounts, when receipts appear to pop up in all sorts of drawers, bags, and boxes, but elation when we finally get the spreadsheets off to the accountant. There would be excitement at being nominated for an award and Thai banquets to celebrate. There would be weddings in England, Scotland and Madrid; in tipis, castles, marquees, shacks, pubs, manor homes and hotels. There would be Packham, Choo, Candy Anthony, Rachel Simpson, Joanne Flemming and Fur Coat No Knickers. There would be tears as I watched the most beautiful father and daughter dance, and laughter as the Best Man and Woman burst into a medley instead of a speech. There would be a rainbow of gerberas, ranunculus, peonies and David Austin roses. There would be insecurities about feeling ‘not good enough’, feeling overwhelmed at the scope of this art, and moving out of the office. There would be aha moments at workshops which pushed me way outside of my comfort zone, and over coffee with kindred spirits. There would be singing and dancing to rock, pop, jazz, the Beatles and a céilidh. And there would be driving. Lots of driving.
2012 was the story of our business. Embracing it. Owning it. Loving it.
And here are some of the other stories we captured along the way…
Our heartfelt thanks to each and everyone of our 2012 couples.