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18/08/2010 what is transatlantic love? [for $500]

A few months ago, my niece, Jessica, paid a visit to 16 Longmeadow in East Aurora. She had wedding photos in tow to show all of us; she had just married a young man from Hungary a few weeks prior. And, although I was elated to hear the news–especially since my Grandma Bishop’s side of the family hail from the Land-o-Hungar–all I could really think about was a little thing called…

E.U. Citizenship.

Yeah, that’s right. As she was speaking, I was imagining all of the countries that would now be readily accessible for work, leisure and life in general. Damn it! What I wouldn’t give for… I digress.

Back to the subject at hand. It was during that visit when Jessica began to discuss her ‘American’ wedding; the date was set for the 7th of August. Without so much as a thought, and in a way only family can, Jessica turned to me and dictated, “Sarah, you’re going to photograph the wedding.” And it was at that point, without so much as pausing for a retort, she turned and carried on with her other conversation. [The whole scenario still makes me chuckle and roll my eyes as if to say, ‘Oh, Jessica…’]

Fast forward a couple of months. On the seventh of August, Mr. and Mrs. Fejős László were [re-]married on American soil.

The day was gorgeous; the family obnoxious; more or less, the perfect wedding.

Kaitlyn, my older niece, delivered a speech that reflected many of the same anecdotes and sentiments that I would have addressed in my maid of honor speech on my sister’s wedding day [had it not been for that whole elopement thing]; you know, the typical, ‘you’re older–why are you not married?’ And the whole, ‘thanks for depressing me even further by mocking the fact that I lack a significant other, too, little sister.’

All in all, I had a fantastic time. I mean, what other gig would I have the chance to go-cart race with the bride and groom? Plus, I even found some time to insert myself into a shot or two via the help of my brother-in-law.

On that note, I’ll let the photographs speak for themselves– Congratulations, Jessica and Fejős–no words could aptly express or embody all my great hopes for your lives together.

Next time in Budapest!

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30/06/2010 somethin’ borrowed, somethin’ blue

The 11th of June was significant for two reasons: the first and probably most obvious is that it was day one of the highly anticipated 2010 FIFA World Cup; the second and likely not-so-known reason is that it was the day that I photographed my first wedding [with the help of my trusty side-kick, Gabriella Malliaris].

How did I meet the bride and groom?  Well, here’s the funny thing—I never had prior to the rehearsal dinner.  I had spoken with Michael many times prior to the event but even walking in The Buffalo Brew Pub, I was unsure of what he looked like.

The whole thing happened as a matter of happenstance really.  Michael and Karen had decided to have their larger ceremony in Buffalo since his entire family is from the area.  Therefore, he was looking for a photographer here instead of in Los Angeles where they currently live.  My name reached him via my sister-in-law via her employer who happens to be Michael’s cousin [just one of ninety-nine, as rumor has it].

Either way, it worked out.  And, I’m glad that it did.

The day was marked by a beautiful outdoor ceremony—where the story of how the couples met was narrated by the Justice of the Peace, vows exchanged, tears shed and too many photographs to count taken.

The reception gave me a chance to get to know the bride and groom along with their families a little better; it turns out that most of the attendees were Michael’s cousins or siblings of his parents.  As to say, coming from someone with a big family of her own, I felt right at home.

Not to mention that their families are extremely talented folk—the favors at the wedding were chocolate bars that were made by Michael’s mom.  And, not to be outdone, Karen’s dad made necklaces for myself and Gabe.  Turns out that Michael and Karen are both learning their parent’s crafts and will, hopefully, keep the tradition alive once they have long since given it up.

I wish the newly titled Mr. & Mrs. Michael Kinsley all the happiness that a lifetime will allow; come back and visit us in Buffalo anytime.
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