Horwood House Wedding Photographer
Horwood House Wedding, Milton Keynes, Buckinghamshire
This wedding started a tradition that has carried on through the years, throwing the box of confetti at the groom. It’s a recurring theme and is the choice weapon for all male wedding guests up and down the land. A box, a cone, and excessive fist full. It’s amazing the ingenuity of young men and what they can come up with when the sole intention is to create as much humour as possible within a wedding context. I love revisiting old blog posts and looking at weddings that I photographed many years ago. It not only reminds me of how far I’ve come, but it helps re-enforce that i am on the right path and that my journey is an amazing one. All i have ever wanted is to create images that people can cherish for years to come. Each wedding I have set out with the sole intention of documenting the happiness that comes from any wedding day. The buzz that exists in the air, the openness, the outpouring of emotion, I love it. I shot this wedding three years ago at the time of writing, it’s incredible to see how much my work has changed, but equally, how the core essence is still the same. twenty eighteen was the year of the wide angle lens for me, i started shooting much wider and getting much closer to the action. getting in the mix, standing side by side with guests, experiencing the moment together, not at a distance. I’ve also noticed that the colours I use have changed and that I shoot alot more black and white pictures these days.
Horwood house is a fascinating place. Rich with history it’s one of the many truly old buildings that are littered around milton keynes. Many think it is a brand new town built in the seventies. In the macro that’s true, but dotted around are places of genuine historical significance. From the wolverton train station which used to house the royal carriages to bradwell abbey, founded in 1155, Milton Keynes has a history to it and Horwood House plays a big role in it. This was also my first ever military wedding and the lads did not disappoint, fake moustaches were the order of the day to pay homage to the generation of pilots who had gone before and who wouldn’t even consider joining the RAF unless they had a luscious set of whiskers nestled under the old sniffer. How true this stereotype is i have no idea, but it certainly produced a fantastic collection of images which I hope are printed and sitting on someones mantle piece. As you can see it was a windy day on the outskirts of Milton Keynes, not for brides to be, weighted veils are the way to go. Look for a heavy lace with detail on the ends, maybe ask your dressmaker if they weight them with something else? it makes a big difference, if the wind whips up it won’t put itself and your hair out and the weight of it as you walk means it trails behind you most elegantly.