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| LIKE IT WAS YESTERDAY |
| My Best Friend's Wedding |
| I was blessed with the honor of taking the photographs at my best friend's wedding. My cousin Max is this amazing, vibrant, dedicated, methodical, and incredibly passionate man. His wedding was the perfect demonstration of all of his best traits. They had the wedding in Marina Del Ray, near the place his father had grown up, because he wanted a piece of history to mark the occasion. But he also picked the spot because he thought it was the best place for his grandmother to be able to watch the show. Max was sure that his grandmother never left that place, even after her death. He figured that if she wouldn't leave it when his father started having kids, she sure as hell wasn't leaving it just because she was dead. Max was only 4 when Nana Mary passed away, but he shared a special connection with the woman who gave life to his father. Momma used to whisper that Nana Mary was probably sitting on Max's shoulder, but that she wasn't entirely sure whether she was the angel or the devil telling him what to do. I'm inclined to believe she was both. Max and Amanda met during freshman orientation at UCLA. They were easy to pick out of the crowd, as both were only 14 when they started college, and they were the only ones there with their parents in tow, While Max lived with Greg's family during the school year, Amanda lived only two doors down with her family. When Max applied to UCLA, his parents were initially shocked with his choice of schools. But Max explained that there was a physics professor at UCLA he had been collaborating with for nearly a year, and he wanted to be his research assistant. The arrangements with Greg were made, and it was all said and done. What Max neglected to tell his parents was that he also wanted to go to UCLA so that he had a chance to surf as much as humanly possible before he was forced into a winter exile at MIT after getting his first bachelor's degree. After Max & Amanda met, I knew there was no chance they weren't perfect for each other. The first time I saw them together, she was reminding him to eat, and that I was supposed to be arriving any minute for a visit. Max was always getting caught up in something for hours on end and forgetting about the rest of the world, as well as his own biological needs. Amanda made sure he never forgot who and what he was when she was around. At their wedding, everything was done by the book. All traditions upheld, all expectations met. And then I started taking some candid pictures. That was when the mischievous side of my best friend came out. The shoes, the tie and the jacket came off, and the race was on. As they went running down the beach, in an attempt to get a little time alone, I quickly switched over to the long range lens to capture the perfect picture of them on their wedding day. When I think of them as a couple...that's what I see. |
