British weddings, captured in their boozy, chaotic glory
- Text by Huck
- Photography by Ian Weldon
Ian Weldon first started photographing weddings as a way to make extra money to fund other projects. However, from the get-go, his approach was far from traditional.
Rejecting the methods usually favoured by ‘wedding photographers’ – family members and guests queued up, waiting to pose in different arranged combinations – Weldon employed a different tactic. Instead, he shot weddings as they actually were: warm, strange, chaotic affairs, where everyone – and everything – plays an important role.
That was seven years ago, and what began as a side project has evolved into his full-time focus. Now, I Am Not a Wedding Photographer, a new book co-published by RRB Photobooks and the Martin Parr Foundation – plus an accompanying exhibition hosted by the latter – details some of the photos he’s made throughout the years: from scenes depicting the frantic last-minute preparations, to the boozy antics after-hours.
“I think that the photographs I make – the ones that I’m actively seeking – are photographs most wedding photographers would dismiss as mistake,” Weldon says.
“Although they are made at weddings, none are really ‘wedding’ photographs. From a single handful of confetti being thrown into a bride’s face by her grandmother, to the aunties smoking at the side door to the venue, it’s evident that these are not traditional wedding photographs.”
Weldon refers to his approach as “photographic democracy”, where no one photograph is more important than the other. In his mind, a shot of the bride hugging her father carries equal weight to one of “a kid picking their nose”. Towing the line between being both “utterly serious” and “utterly ridiculous”, I Am Not a Wedding Photographer explores Weldon’s love of people – and the strange things that they do when they’re together.
“Even the most drunken of wedding guests show some restraint, mostly,” he says. “There have been the usual arguments, scuffles – a cake was kicked off a table once, and a car crashed into a courtyard water feature – but nothing of real note. It’s just people partying, and I like a good party.”
I Am Not a Wedding Photographer is available now from RRB Photobooks. An exhibition of the same name is showing at the Martin Parr Foundation is showing from 26 June – 10 August, 2019.
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