Weird thing; to look at my wedding photos.
As my profession goes, I have to work on mine, too, out of habit. I scan negs, control colours and clean the dusts out. I keep looking at them and am numb as usual. (You cannot really "look" at photos under these circumstances if you are working on the visual quality.)
Then it hit me as I was looking at my "KISS" photo. That is truly my first EVER kiss photo. Yooow. I never even owned a picture of myself and my fish before. All my exes usually refused to stand within the same frame as mine. Last one refused to be photographed, as he was pulling a con on me, and the one before just did not want to have any evidence that we have ever met, ever.
Besides it is my policy never to shoot someone I had ANY intimacy with, as I hate those "Photographer-And-Model-Affairs-Through-Lens" crap, which usually creeps me out. (Like, when I look at the Jean Shrimpton pictures by Master Bailey. Bit too graphic and too much information.) Oh, I hate 'em, especially when they are done by women photographers.
Anyway. It is surreal to look at myself in these photos, locking my lips on some else's, on other people's request, so they can take photos of us. It is just unreal that some guy felt OK about doing that with me, and that people wanted to see it with their eyes.
...The world has gone mad, if you ask me.
