HI I’M LOU!
a LONDON BASED CANDID WEDDING PHOTOGRAPHER
I’m Irish (fierce witty) left handed (fierce messy) self depreciating (I’m going to have to delete the witty bit). A little shy to begin with, prone to mischief and happiest when behind a camera. I can dance and take photos at the same time. I love nothing more than a room full of good humour and laughter and have enough life experience to realise that white wine makes most things better. Red wine definitely doesn’t..
Nope..this isn’t me…but once upon a time in a parallel universe..!!
KEEPING IT REAL
My approach to wedding photography mirrors my relationship with my own family photo ‘heirlooms’ and a previous career in healthcare. The family and friends that you’ve gathered around you on your wedding day are priceless and overtime the value of those photographs will increase as circumstances change and time passes. The people you love, their personalities, antics, dress sence, dance moves and drinking prowess are all that matter. The cake gets eaten, flowers thrown, the dress trashed but your loved ones faces through the onslaught of speeches really needs to be immortalised forever!
The little person in the rogues gallery is my niece and the thief of my heart.
I may be the only person you’ll ever meet who has seen ABBA live in concert
I may or may not have fallen off a treadmill..
My sponsored guide dog puppy “Legend” got pulled for bad behaviour – kindred dog spirit.
Fairy lights, Flamenco, Flamingos, Chardonnay, cherry blossom trees, free wheeling down a mountain, wide open skies and Irish winter beaches put me in a very happy place.
I have a life long obsession with Stevie Nicks
I was once a radio DJ , a very mute one – public speaking is definitely not my forte.
I am mesmerised by Drag Queens.
I can’t walk in high heels, a spectacle that didn’t go unnoticed by Drag Queens
I swear eloguently…especially at pigeons.
No pockets in a shroud – Passport stamps are my favourite possessions.
Shop floor mannequins freak me out.
I’M NO (insert expletive word only used in extreme circumstances) SHRINKING VIOLET. Sometimes even the most ladylike of Mothers crack.
I miss her everyday.