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Due to overwhelming response (1 person emailed me) regarding the first dirty thoughts post, I’m posting another simply because they crack me up. 

 

Again the idea being to have one of the couple, in this case Christine, whisper something incredibly dirty into the ear of the other on the count of three, in this case poor, unsuspecting Steve. Have the camera ready, and capture the ensuing facial hilarity. 

Granted, this probably won’t work if your couple has the collective personality of Janet Reno on Nyquil, but if any couple actually survives my website and the pre-contract signing interview process, I thankfully don’t have that issue to contend with.

This was from Christine and Steve’s e-sesh a few months ago in St. Petersburg, Fl.

More to come from them shortly….

 

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I used to have a website. 

Then, I had a different website. 

Then I figured out flash is basically the devil, and switched to a blogsite. 

 

For all 3 of you that actually read this blog, I’m basically starting over and adding content as I’m able in between traveling, which thankfully is drawing to somewhat of a close for this year. That said, this is a wedding from last year that I absolutely loved. Gretchen and Dan are an amazingly sweet couple that I first met during a trip to Hollywood, CA to shoot their engagement session earlier in the year. 

Their wedding was held at the beautiful Emerald Grande hotel in Destin, Florida, and was absolutely stunning. One of my favorite moments of the evening was the entire room singing ” That’s Amore’ ” at the top of their lungs around one of the tables. Dean Martin, you’re still a sexy beast sir.

Sincere thanks to Tiffany Coker of Avant Images for taking some absolutely gorgeous photos during this wedding (several of which are in this post), and taking away one of the best behind the scenes wedding stories of all time, that may or may not appear on a future blog post. 

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* I preface this to say that if you’re actually ever IN New Orleans, staggering around late at night and find yourself hungry, never, under any circumstances get anything from the Lucky Dog hot dog stands. Ever. They’re not lucky, but they may be dogs.

That said…

 

New Orleans, Louisiana is one of those places that you either really love, or you really hate.

I suppose to some it’s nothing more than a filthy, crime ridden, grotesquely humid and hot city that someone decided would be a good idea to build in a swamp, representing any and all vile things that you were warned about on the felt and velcro story board in Sunday school. Little felt cut-outs of people with x’s for eyeballs, laying in felt ditches, holding little felt whiskey bottles….alright, maybe they don’t actually have that in Sunday school, but I’d totally go if they did. 

And I honestly can’t argue against any of those points about the city. It’s hot, horribly humid, smells like 6 day old sweaty gym shorts on a good day, and if you spend any time whatsoever wandering Bourbon Street, or any number of other streets in the French Quarter, you absolutely will not want to wear sandals, flip-flops, or open toed shoes of any kind. There’s consistently puddles on and around those streets, with a mixture of substances I care not to discuss on this blog, water not being one of them. 

But it’s New Orleans. It’s gorgeous Southern, historic architecture. It’s food so incredibly delicious that can be found nowhere else on Earth. It’s art in all forms, shapes and sizes. It’s one big, smelly party full of people that are celebrating life. Some perhaps a bit much, but still celebrating nonetheless. But beyond all of the partying and drinking and neon lights and great food, at the very heart and soul of the Big Easy…..is music. Jazz, actually. Pure, raw, live jazz. 

If there were any chances left of me not being completely in love with the city after the food, the hurricanes (the drink, not the storm), the architecture, the doberge cake….

Oh my heavens…the doberge cake. Girlfriend…you don’t EVEN know..*snaps fingers*….thin layer upon layer upon layer of rich, moist cake, separated only by the most incredibly smooth, light, rich chocolate frosting you’ve ever had. New Orleans is the only place I’ve ever found it, and if I lived there, in 6 months I’d weigh 900 lbs and be one of those nice folks they have to remove from their house with the assistance of a crane and large amounts of Crisco.

Where was I…ah yes..

If there was any chance left of me not being in love with the city after all of those things, the night I stumbled (literally) onto the Maison Bourbon Jazz Hall in the French Quarter, I was irrevocably and forever in love with New Orleans. It’s crowded, dirty, loud, filled with smoke..and I absolutely love it. If you’re able to catch Jamil Sharif and his band playing, it’s some of the best live jazz music you’ll hear. 

If you can’t tell, I really love New Orleans.

All that said, when Seann and Meagan mentioned the possibility of doing an engagement session there, I absolutely jumped at the chance. I’ve been lucky enough to shoot there a few times, but this was hands down one of the most enjoyable sessions. As you can tell, they’re a completely serious couple with absolutely no personality whatsoever, and hate having their pictures taken. But we made it through somehow, and finished their session moments before a huge thunderstorm hit the city. 

 

Sincere and special thanks to the uber-talented  Tiffany Coker of Avant Images for enduring the 3 hour car ride to shoot with me, and to Miss Polka of Polka Dot Bride for being extremely kind to me by featuring this session on her blog.

 

Laissez le bon temps rouler ~

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  • Kathy - These are outstanding Brett.. I miss N.O. such cute couple!!ReplyCancel

  • Eric - The color in these is amazing, great photos.ReplyCancel

  • Melissa - These make me want to do every engagement session in The Big Easy…
    Love them!ReplyCancel

First and foremost, I can’t take credit for this idea.

But my memory is so absolutely horrible, I can’t for the life of me recall where I either read, heard or otherwise became aware of this idea. If someone knows, by all means let me know and I’ll gladly pass long the credit.

It’s now my favorite standby technique to get some super fun shots of the couple. The concept is to have either one of the couple whisper something incredibly dirty into their partner’s ear on the count of three. That’s it. Focus on the recipient’s face, and viola! Completely non-rehearsed, honest emotional response.

 

This set courtesy of Stefanie and John’s San Diego engagement session a couple of months ago. Kinda cute aren’t they?

 

Till then darlings ~