A (minor) ‘Zilla moment.
You know what grinds my gears? What people expect of (and want to charge) for wedding services. In this case, for photography.
Here’s the thing: There are approximately 12 people who are going to be attending our wedding, including myself and my charming groom. The ceremony is 15 minutes long. It’s taking place in the same room as the post-ceremony lunch. NOT a reception– there is no band, no dancing except the first dance, no garter toss or bouquet toss or dollar dance or anything else.
I need a photographer for 3 hours. 3. Please take some pretty photos of me and my new husband, join us for a tasty lunch, and then go home a few hundred dollars richer.
Do you think people can do that? No.
One Clarksville-based photographer informed me that she only did “luxury” weddings and albums, and maybe I should try a photographer in Kentucky.
An approximate representation of what I would like to do to that woman’s camera
One Nashville-based photographer tried to up-sell me to 5 hours of coverage, a second photographer, and a disk of edited images for $750 dollars. Not unreasonable, but more importantly, NOT what I asked for.
Of the dozen or so photographers I emailed with my requirements and my price range, only a handful ever actually responded to me. The rest of them were probably laughing in their digital darkrooms about “that cheap chick who wants to get wedding photos for less than the right to her first born child.”
Why is that, I wonder?
Now, before you all start lecturing me about the time investment of the photographer, and the post-processing, and the blah blah blah… please. Spare me. I know.
My issue is not with the photographers (well…maybe with that one chick. I take exception to her inference that I am a hillbilly because I don’t want to spend $1250+ for the pleasure of looking washed out and sweaty in my wedding photos. Is that what luxury looks like in Clarksville?)
My issue is more with the wedding machine and the underlying assumption that if you don’t drop a small fortune on your nuptials that you are somehow cheating yourself and your future spouse of wedded bliss.
I’m gonna go ahead and call bulls***.