As Cape Town Wedding Photographers, we are always so glad when we get to travel to interesting places all over South Africa. Every time we get to shoot in the Midlands, we are blown away by it’s natural and epic and vast beauty.
We photographed Jaime & Kristin at the stunning Netherwood Wedding Venue in The Natal Midlands. Kristin doubled as the sole planner of her big day, but for the big day, as a gift, Jaime surprised Kristin with an on the day coordinator, Debbie, from etc events. It was such a join working with Debbie and If we ever shoot a Natal Midlands wedding again, we would adore working with etc events again. On this stunning Midlands Wedding, Debbie was AMAZING!
It is sometimes hard to explain why people get married, especially in today’s “wild” world. There are millions of reasons not to get married, but when you saw Jaime’s face when he saw Kirstin for the first time, it all makes perfect sense.
That is all you need. Just that one “look” and everything makes perfect sense, for the rest of eternity.
…..or until the dancefloor parted.
I was on the dancefloor, minding my own business (by sticking my camera into other people’s businessesess) .
When armed with my FAT (ed: don’t you mean “phat”,)
NO! I mean
FAT! Nikkor 14-24 Ultrawide, I don’t look like a photographer, I look like I am interrogating rebel scum on the Deathstar, almost not completely in my head.
I was so busy “Asking about the rebel bases on Dantooine”, that I didn’t even notice the men and women slowly part on the dance floor…
There was a weird silence just before it happened,
and when the Beat Dropped,
I realized that I was in a world of hurt.
You only convince yourself at night that you know the rules of a dance battle (really??), but I promise you, you don’t.
No one does, because THERE ARE NO RULES!
The men started, the floor shook as they rumbled, as one, across the dancefloor. As the lights started flashing, they melded into one “thing”, one HORROR, SLAMMING the ground harder and harder as they stomped their way towards the woman. The stomps grew larger, the THING grew into a behemoth of flesh and muscle, the tribal beats now completely drowned out by the THING as it moved closer.
More men joined the “dance” and as they syncronised with the hammering, they “joined” the behemoth as it grew larger and larger, blinding out all the lights. Guests and Patrons ran for their lives when they saw the Horror on the Dancefloor.
When the “Horror” reached the roof, the chanting started…It was piercing, for the first time I could SEE sound (…okay, second time…long story). Everyone covered their ears as the harrowing wails and screams bursting from the horror turned into legible words!
” When you walk through a storm “
” Walk on through the wind “
” Walk on, walk on”
You’ll never walk alone!!!
However, amidst all the thumping, CHANTING and guests being strewn all over the place. I noticed that the women had ……..smiles on their faces?
Look, As much as I would like to think that a wedding photographer is a bit of a jack of all trades, you know, Portraits, Landscapes, Architecture, Products, Events, etc. NONE of these skills prepare you for National Geographic COMBAT PHOTOGRAPHY. I missed it all, I’ve ducked, rolled and covered like 13 times already.
Being a Wedding Photographer, I’ve seen …….things, but nothing like this. NOTHING!
The woman just stood there, smiling, as the Chanting THING hulked towards them.
“Why aren’t they moving?” I thought.
The women were going to be crushed by the giant monster and I don’t have the “ability” to raise my camera and take a shot, I couldn’t. My arms Froze. Fear.
Blinding Fear! I didn’t want to see it, I definitely didn’t want to take a picture of it, but I had too, this is what we do.
We RISE to the occasion.
And JUST LIKE THAT, I vaguely remembered the training I received from my Sensei Huy Nguyen at the Fearless Photography Conference at the Hard Rock Cafe in Bali. (ed: you’re getting good at this SEO thing,!) (me: Don’t you cheapen this for me!!!”……Cape Town Wedding photographer! HA)
Anyway, FEARLESS photography training, I thought back,……..
“AAAAH, Bali!!!”…..it all rushed back….a bunch of sun-baked training montages, set to Kenny Loggins’ music.
We fought with sticks,
We cried a little,
we laughed a little,
We grew a lot!
I think Meg Foster is there at some point, but I can never remember where she is because her dead, dead eyes are a portal to the land of wind and ghosts.
As the Chanting neared it’s pinnacle, The monster now inches away from the women. I flung out from behind the shattered table, all in slow motion, screaming….and it was also raining for some reason. As it does.
As I struggled to get focus on the now RED monster, It reared onto its hind legs ready for it’s FINAL (and fatal) STOMP!
BOOM! the music stopped, the screaming stopped everything went pitch black.
In that moment of dark silence, I heard a few women giggle and the now confused beast reacted almost childishly :
THE LIGHTS EXPLODED back on,
It felt like lightning struck inside the venue (…where it is raining, after all).
All the women were gone, all but Kirstin. She just stood there looking at the Monster.
The Cacophony of noise, now replaced by the laboured breathing of the RedMonster ……..and raindrops. (ed: stoppit)
Kristin reached her hand out towards something that resembled a face. We could see all the women, that earlier stood by her side, crawl from everywhere like camouflaged elven warriors protecting their queen. Balancing on her tippy toes, she whispered something into “an ear”. As she did The music sprung back into life, The Beat, now faster, more precise, more…dangerous (does it djent?), The monster burst into smaller human-sized pieces, The elven warriors leapt to the side of her queen. They danced, they moved, they conquered?
The men, now stumbling to their feet, trying to get away from its majesty, the majesty of the dance.
The men, defeated, retreated hastily as far as they could. Some ran, some hid, some were never seen again.
I don’t know what she whispered, No-one will ever know. Some have speculated that she whispered, “Cape Town Wedding Photographer” (ed: DUDE!!!????!).
The Girls Won!
The girls always win.
“Please do not have a dance-off without proper supervision” – Jack (Cape Town wedding photographer).