When I get married (no date as yet, but I’ll keep you posted) I’m not going to get a photographer who’ll make me pose for photos. Getting married is great, so why would you want to spend three hours of the day in a park dressed up like 19th Century minor aristocracy, worrying about getting dog muck on a white dress? Screw that- they can just follow us around all day and take photos of what’s actually happening- the service, the reception, the fighting, the wedding night.

My workmate Steven, however, is Shanghainese so he doesn’t get a say in such matters. His wedding isn’t until next Saturday, but months ago he wasted a day of his life embarking on a marathon Wedding photo session in a variety of outfits, locations, and poses.
Steven Le Bon
The bride looks pretty in the photos, like a Victorian porcelain doll (I don’t know her so would feel wrong putting her photos up). Steven looks like the tea boy from a Duran Duran video who is about to get in trouble for trying on the band’s outfits.

“Were you wearing a lot of makeup here Steven?” I asked him
“Not a lot, just some foundation” he said. “And the guy gave me some glasses to wear that had no glass in them“. Naturally.

Can’t wait for the wedding!

—–UPDATE

Bazza’s wish is my command. Steven just came in and said I was OK to add a photo of him and his wife. This is the one we picked awww:

Gong Xin Gong Xin