A quirky and offbeat family album, composed of wedding photographs rescued from oblivion.
“My first profession was as a wedding photographer. I was eighteen years old, and for the occasion I bought myself a brown corduroy suit and Italian shirts. It suited me well to watch others be happy and to be the person entrusted with preserving the memory of the most beautiful day of their lives. Besides, I only worked on Saturdays, which left me plenty of time to think about other things.
The wedding photographer occupies a central role; they are the only person to remain so close to the bride and groom from morning until night. They are so close—they see everything, they hear everything. They advise, adjust the dress, marshal the family crowds, and manufacture memories, tirelessly repeating a repertoire of time-tested poses.”