Prime Time with Mum and Dad at Kew Gardens

Another weekend, another crazy adventure, this time my cohorts were none other than MUM and DAD!! (and Yvonne of course). The parentals saw their way clear to spend a whole 2 days with their 2nd born son as part of another 5 week epic Euro vacation (bring on retirement I say!) and it was great hosting them at my Old Street Studio (which is actually my flat).

So, an unprecedented 3 sets of brackets in my opening paragraph, I get the feeling this is going to be a classic blog entry (or is it?). Anyway, we cracked some bubbly upon their arrival, nothing like a bottle of Bollinger on a Saturday afternoon, before heading off for dinner and a show - Chicago. We were all pretty bushwhacked after the day so retired early in anticipation of a busy Sunday.

We'd planned many moons ago to pay a visit to Kew Gardens on the Sunday, and after some early clouds we were blessed with a perfect London autumn day, the ideal conditions for 2 generations of Bills men to go head to head in an intense, unspoken photographic competition. Dad's a photographer from way back, when he was my age he took Mum and a MASSIVE heavy hardcase camera bag filled with manual focus prime (non-zoom) lenses on a trip round Europe, back then people didn't have the luxury of zooms, if you wanted a wide focal range you brought a lot of lenses, simple as that. Lenses like my SIgma 18-200 were an unspoken luxury.

It's interesting though how things come full circle.

I've been thinking a lot lately about shooting with prime lenses and using them for weddings, but there's a lot to consider. The benefits include superior image quality and wider apertures which allow better low light shooting and incredibly narrow depth of field which opens up some great artistic opportunities. The downside is that they're less practical, you need to move your feet to get the framing right which isn't always possible - if you need to move back to fit everything in but there's a wall behind you then you have to change lenses, a 10 second process that could cause you to miss the moment. Another downside is that they're EXPENSIVE (well, the ones I want are at least!) and it's hard to justify spending vasty sums of money on lenses when I already have the those focal ranges covered in my top of the line Canon zooms. The third and final reason I don't use them for weddings is because I don't own any, apart from my Canon 50 f/1.8 which I would never use at a wedding due to the slow focussing.

So, what do prime lenses have to with beating my Dad in a Kew Gardens photo competition? Well, I decided to only shoot primes on Sunday, I brought along my nifty 50 and I managed to get my hands on a Canon 100m f/2.8 MACRO lens courtesy of my main man Danny "Z Score" Zada (funny side story - I picked the lens up from Danny on Saturday, I found him at a quiet pub near his house where he'd popped down to watch his beloved Chelsea, the problem is he lives just near Emirates Stadium and Arsenal were playing later that day, so instead of enjoying a quiet pint with a neutral crowd the pub was packed to the rafters with rabid Arsenal fans all gunning for Aston Villa!). I lent Dad my Canon 24-70 for the day, so he was equipped with some very tidy glass of his own. The scene was set, battle lines were drawn, here's what we came up with.

The following shots are mine:


(this one was shot at ISO 25,600 in the 5D mkII for you photographers out there)
















And here's what Dad brought to the table:











And here's one of Mum we combined on, mine's the left - I think Dad's is better actually, and it pains me to type it!!



All round a tremendous weekend, made all the better by some first class steaks and tasty wines for dinner. Is there anything better than taking photos with your Dad on a crisp Autumn day in one of London's most beautiful gardens when the leaves are turning?

Wedding: Lara and David

I'd been sick all week, and restless night were filled with fevered dreams of the wedding I had to shoot on Sunday. My health improved slightly as the week progressed, but I was far from 100% when Sunday rolled round so I was glad to at least be on familiar territory. Danny and I returned to the fantastic Montague on the Gardens hotel in Russell Square where the familiar sight of Gerhard and team were there to greet us, this time for the wedding of Lara and David, and what a wedding it turned out to be!

First of all let me say a massive thanks to Lara and David for being such an awesome couple to shoot, they'd allocated us plenty of time to shoot and as a result we were able to get some great unique shots. This was the smallest wedding we've done with just 25 guests, but less is more as far as I"m concerned, the day had a very intimate feel throughout and gave everyone the chance to spend some quality time with the couple.

It was my turn to take shots of the groom getting ready (for whatever reason I usually end up shooting the bride) so it was great to try something different. While Danny was hitting home run after home run with his bridal shots (seriously, these shots are amazing) I took the groom and his parents down to the park for some casual portraits.







(David's Swiss parents loved the squirrels in the park, and so did I - I still get a kick out of seeing them running round!)




The ceremony was held in a small atrium, a perfect little glass ceilinged room full of natural light. And love.







Following the ceremony we took the formals before getting the whole group together outside for a shot. I was standing precariously on a narrow wall next the BBQ for this one!







While everyone settled in for lunch I was feverishly working away on the laptop putting together a slideshow for later on. This was the first time I've done this and I'm convinced this has to be a regular thing moving forwards, having shots to show the couple on the day is great, and it's a perfect way to make the reception guests who weren't at the ceremony feel involved in the whole day. Once I had the shots from the first part of the day sorted dinner was finished and we headed out with just the couple for some coupley shots. As luck would have it light rain was coming down, but sometimes you have to roll with the punches so we grabbed some umbrellas and set about making some memories.





















As you can see the sun came out right at the end, the perfect end to a perfect wedding. Ok, who am I kidding, we all know the slideshow was the perfect end to the perfect wedding!

I suck at Oktoberfest

It's official. I suck at Oktoberfest.

I came to this conclusion on Saturday night, some time around 11, when I retired to my hostel bed stone cold sober having just waded through the debris of a Munich on the final weekend of the beer festival. That's not to say I didn't have my fair share of litre steins earlier in the day, but at some point my sensible switch kicked in and I decided to hit the cokes instead, I even had a coffee at 10:30!! Worst. Party animal. Ever.

In cruel twist of fate I actually picked up some sort of bug which has rendered me housebound today, I was in a bad way before the drugs kicked in, I even shed a few tears when Flower (head meerkat) was killed by a cobra on Meerkat Manor this morning (and then I announced this fact to the world on my blog - this fever is brutal).

There were 13 of us who made the trip over, most of whom arrived late Friday night, but my flatmate Dave and I arrived early Friday afternoon.



(As a sidenote if you're intestered in the back story to our trip which was named - codename Operation Beardvaria - you can check out this post on Dave's blog.) My initial plan was to leave the SLR at home, I mean, a big camera is pretty much the last thing you want to have to worry about in a beer fueled environment, but when I thought about it I realised I'd have Friday afternoon and Sunday morning to take photos, so in went the 40D and Sigma 18-200 (not an amazing lens optically, but it's super handy for traveling and capable of some pretty decent results). We spent Friday afternoon cruising round trying to capture the spirit of Oktoberfest with our cameras, for you Adelaideans out there imagine the Royal Show only with bigger and better rides, and instead of halls selling showbags they have halls filled with people drinking steins of beer, instead of the animals they have tents of people drinking beer, and instead of car demonstrations they have, well, you get the idea.







I wanted to practice a technique knowns as shooting from the hip, which, as the name suggests, involves holding the camera by your waist and shooting people who aren't aware they're having their photo taken. It's obviously pretty hit and miss, but I love the results you can get with a bit of luck.





And then there was the chaos of Saturday...





I had a bit of time to explore Munich along on Sunday, my flight was mid afternoon while Dave was off at the crack of dawn to get his flight (quite the valiant effort after a disrupted sleep night before). I was here 2 years ago so it was interesting to see familiar sights. The morning light was glorious and after spending a bit of time shooting downtown I decided to see if surf was up at the stationary wave. It was.



I'll leave you with my favourite image of the weekend, enjoy!



Oh, by the way, I'm still on the lookout for some Paris models, come on people, get on board!