As I told Kate and Andrew, there's no way I'm going to NYC and not going for a home run. So, an engagement session turned into a marathon. I know, it's completely bad business, but since Kate and Andrew are making choices from the heart, I might as well, too, I reasoned. By the end of the day, we were exhausted, and I felt that I knew them as well as any photographer wishes to know their clients. I will never see House of Cards in the same way again. Kate and Andrew, you know what I'm talking about. Before I ran them ragged, we got moving at 6am sharp. The coffee was adequate, the weather nice, the flower garden in Central Park locked up (what?!) but the company was fantastic. We had more photos than we could handle. And around 9:30 am, Kate lets me know that maybe we could take photos of them dancing, because--you know--they're having a tango choreographed for them for the wedding. Now...a photographer wants to know these things up front. "Why didn't you list that among your assets in the first place?!" I asked (Princess Bride reference, for the less geeky). They danced by the pond, and later by the mosaics in Central Park. Some local musicians had obligingly set up shop in the second location, and the rest fell into place.
Kate and Andrew stayed playful all throughout. Through teamwork, we got the dog settled down for the 3 seconds we needed for some photos, made logistical arrangements appropriate for an entourage, and told a few stories. They shook flowers off of trees, snuggled on the subway, stopped in a cool looking bar, and hopped (or was lifted) over fences.
I can't wait until the wedding. In the meantime, I will brush up on my tango.
