*All photos by Matt Miller
By the time we got to the High, the sun was down. I parked on a side street, and then we walked around to the back-side of the High. All of the security guards were looking at us like we were bonkers. First, Matt had us stand waaay far up on the stairs while he laid on the ground at the bottom to take our pikchurs. We played around on the stairs for awhile, and then JP tried to give me about 44 heart attacks by sliding down the rails. Much to the security guards’ confusion, we went and started taking pictures in a little alcove. We laid on the ground, and that’s how Matt got those bananas face shots of us. Oh, and before that I decided to nom on JP’s nose. True story. JP nommed on mine too, but it was significantly less awesome.
Next we stood inside those concrete dividers, and the light was all awesome and vignette-y. Matt told us that we’d be mainly silhouettes, so we should just change poses after every camera click. Yes, I did do the frame-your-face-voguing. I think it’s amusing to look at those shots and compare what each of us was doing. We didn’t have a clue what the other was doing, well, until JP cheated and looked over. My thing was to act like a total ham-turkey-Tyra-woulda-been-proud girl, and JP jumped and climbed like a monkey.
NOW we come to the Alice in Wonderland part. Or, well, I think it’s Alice in Wonderland-y. Whatever it is, I think it’s awesome, amazing, and needs its own word because I think it’s that cool. We got into the TINY concrete boxes. It’s hard to tell, but the ceilings of the boxes are slanted, and where we were oriented in the boxes, my back was essentially pressed against the ceiling. I think they really do look like the part in Alice where she gets all gigundaboob and takes over the rabbit’s house. Or when she cries herself the lake. Fitting both of us into one of those boxes was also pretty tricky. The very last shot Matt took in the Alice boxes was the one with the bike. I heard him coming, but didn’t really catch a look until he drove buy. Homeslice was on a ghetto-rigged bike-with-a-boombox, rocking out to Creedance Clearwater and drove right through the shot. I think it looks pretty freakin’ sweet, if you ask me.
So concludes the engagement picture roundup. I adore them all, and I wish that we could have a photoshoot every weekend now. (This coming from the terrified-hyperventilate-I=don’t-know-what-to-do kid? Yep). I really enjoyed doing all of the bright-color-styling, too, even if it ain’t e’erybody’s cup of tea. We had a total blast, and I’m not too cool to admit that I’m EXTRA excited now about the wedding, because we get to plan and do more fun and ridiculously awesome stuff.
Did seeing your engagement photos make anybody else extra excited for wedding-land? Did it make it all even more real? Also, now that you’ve seen them all, or at least the favorites, what are y’alls’ favorites? Out of the whole mess!
