It seems everywhere I go in China people are getting married. There were four or five different wedding photos happening on that one day I went to West Lake. And you know what? I love these photo shoots. The photos are so terribly gaudy, and the photographers have no idea what they are doing. And before anyone accuses me of somekind of racism, I think that all wedding photographers are bad. Years ago a friend of mine got married and the photographer lined groom and bride against a brick wall for their photos, leaving me unsure as to whether they were going to get their pictures taken or be shot as enemies of the revolution. I still maintain to this day that yours truly took the best wedding photo they would recieve.
China has proven to be no exception to my ‘wedding photographers have no idea what the fuck they are doing’ belief. I have seen some magnificent fail in this country; on one of those exceptional BRIGHT days where th epollution is off on business in Beijing, a photographer will tell his victims to stand in an unshaded, open, white-stone and concrete plaza, and then take their pictures while facing the sun. And like fireman who goes into a burnng house with a lit cigarette and a can of gasoline, there’s a the photographers helper with one of those round, silver coated light reflecting things adding a little more light to the problem. it is just constant joy.