I am in love with this collection of historical wedding images. I almost cried when I saw them pop up in my firstname.lastname@example.org in box. I am so grateful for the person who sent them to me and have allowed me to share them with you fine peeps. I am an avid collector and curator of vintage wedding photography and by looking at these images (there is a difference between looking and seeing) but by really looking at these images we can start to understand why we (wedding photographers) photograph the way that we do in contemparory times
The have been in my possession for sometime. I debated for some time with myself if I should share them on the internet, and so today I wanted to share with you a remarkable set of wartime wedding photographs, and they are absolutely stunning. Not only for their historical significance as a collection of works but for the glimpse they give us into wartime weddings. Those fur coats! Those uniforms! The hair styles and make up!
For the most part, we all end up as just a collection of photographs and photographs, the do not create memories for us, they anchor them.
Photography has the ability to make people immortal. The creation of versions of loved ones, or strangers, invests the photographer with enormous power. One only has to note the way physical copies of photographs are preserved, secreted in wallets, within boxes on shelves or bags, and handled with practised care to appreciate their potency.
As with this collection of images, made more poignant by the fact the groom died in the war not long after these wedding photographs were captured. Imagine the prohibitive cost of the film in 1940s wartime and perhaps how difficult it was to come by. I image these photographs bring solace - a reminder of someone who once existed that his children never knew. Nothing is more tragic in death than an obituary that contains the chilling phrase, 'no known photographs exist'.
This power of photographs is hypnotic to me. The relationship and meaning of holding and carrying around a physical photograph cannot be underestimated. For the most part, we all end up as a collection of photographs. There is now a well-known paradox. The explosion of photography and digital media, its democratisation and the lowered price of creating images have rendered the physical form image a great deal more fragile. We are in danger of whole generations growing up without family albums. Loved ones will no longer be immortal. People choose not to print. I find this painful.