(In Napoli where love is king
When boy meets girl here's what they say)
When the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
That's amore.
Seven years ago I boarded a plane to Las Vegas to capture a 7:00 ceremony at the top of the city. What was supposed to be a planned hometown ceremony turned into a secret jet-away to the desert. It was fair to say that I didn’t know what I was doing, other than fully committing to being present for a couple I had just kinda met. I borrowed a discarded camera of my mother’s and packed my bags, not trusting my knowledge of shutter speed as much as the faith in my ability to simply see the love before me and know when to shoot.
Seven years later, this will continue to be my favorite image. Although we took photos getting ready and getting antsy and actually getting married, this gritty photo digging into pizza post nuptials will forever hold a special place in my heart. It’s the real life stuff of sitting by each other’s side, knowing that when everything else feels too staged or too much, there’s maybe nothing better than stopping, slowing down and feeding each other’s soul.
Thank you for taking me with you, Mary and Dave. Thank you for believing in me to stand by your side and shoot such an incredible moment of your life. Here’s to the next seven years, the next seventy years and the moon always hitting your eye like a big pizza pie. That’s amore.