a wedding: part one.

Lately, I've had this urge to want to be a wedding photographer (note: not really an option for me, I would vomit under so much pressure and I hate working weekends. so, maybe I could photograph a monday afternoon ceremony where the couple doesn't really care about memories, schmemories, and I don't have to be concerned about whether or not the photos turn out.)

Anyway, I might have actually figured out how to get my fix by finding a total gunne sax vintage wedding dress and making jane wear it for about three hours while I take thousands of pictures. Here's three, but there's more. Don't you worry .... there. are. more.