As a person who has a hard time managing to keep in touch despite loving human interaction (it sounds insane, I know), I am very grateful to my friends, who acknowledge this feature of mine, accept it, and manage to stay friends. Having lived in more than one place, I have made friends in many countries and sadly these friendships are cursed with long distance and my poor skills at decently keeping in touch. Yet, even in such circumstances, some of them do last. That one Skype conversation a year is really all it takes, and when we get to meet in person it’s always fantastic. So on my yearly Skype call with the friend this post is about I got the news that she got engaged and last week I flew to Poland for her wedding.
If I had to say the name of one person in the world that I perceive as the most similar to me I’d say Ola. Ola is a combination of honest generosity, graceful goofiness and translation nerdiness – all attributes I completely identify with myself. I met her when I was living in Poland, in the same office where I also met the love of my life. In fact, she was one of the first people to know about me finding love. She found her perfect man a few months later.
She married him twice. The first time in Moldova, his home country. The second time in Poland, her land. I generally don’t need a reason to visit Poland, my second home, but this time I actually had one. Although I was not the designated photographer, I just couldn’t leave my camera at home, so I attended the wedding wearing an elegant dress and high heels paired up with my bulky camera bag. It’s the graceful goofiness sisterhood, after all. I adored her choice to wear a headdress made of fresh wild flowers, and have a matching bouquet. This is one of my favourite Polish traditions: wearing flowers on the head for special occasions. For my First Communion I wore a white flower tiara, a small touch of Polish tradition on that important event.
As every Polish wedding demands, there has been a lot of food, and a lot of dancing. Being an international wedding, Polish vodka shared the table with Moldovan wine. Since neither my boyfriend nor I are big dancers, I mostly took to the dancefloor with my camera, capturing my friend having a blast on her special day.
Of course I also had a lot of food. At some point I gave up photographing all of it, but did not give up eating and had my last serving of soup – żurek – after 1:00 am.
Food was served even after the cake. The wedding cake had been served on the roof terrace, after a quick rain shower made the outside temperature drop a few degrees. I took this candid shot of the happy couple looking happy next to their wedding cake and I am in love with it.
There was a Polaroid camera by the guest book, so guests could attach a picture of themselves to the page with their wishes. On the card we handed them I had written my best wishes in Polish. We chose to use Italian on the guest book, which already featured a lot of Polish, along with Romanian and English, just to keep it even more international.
On the way back from the venue, the first thing the taxi driver asked me was if the photos had turned out good. I guess my camera bag really gave me away easily. He then pointed out I was leaving quite late for a photographer, so I explained I was mostly a guest, but I also took some photos since, well, I take photos. I had long given up my heels and was rocking my flats, but my big dress was still in place, definitely not something I would wear if I was working. Funny enough, it looked as an absolutely appropriate attire for a wedding photographer to him. I guess one is never too wrong when it comes to dressing up.