The Nightline piece aired last night.
As usual, more TV-hooey, the trumped-up gist of which was that brides today want to be photographed like hoors on their wedding day, probably because, as one photog (not mine) put it, “It’s the best they’ll ever look in their lives.”
Me? I feel the same way about posing in the altogether as I do in a branded piece of clothing: you wanna shoot me like a whore, I wanna get paid like one, brother.
Regardless of how stupid the segment was, it was a nice reminder of what great pictures he took.
Too bad the marriage didn’t…
Photo in background of me in the hotel bathroom on my wedding day, applying mascara (probably bought specially for the occasion because I didn’t own any) by brilliant wedding photographer Steven E. Gross.