At a certain point in your life, you reach an age where you realise you have free will, and one day, at the age of 31, you’ll be sitting on your couch and the thought hits you - you’re an adult. You can have cake for dinner. And there’s no one there to stop you. It’s a frightening, yet exhilarating feeling, as you scamper down to Woolies for the cheapest chocolate mud cake you can find.

That’s how I view wedding traditions.

I’m forever shocked when I speak to videographers and they tell me that they don’t watch many movies. Not because I’m a cinephile snob (more of a dork than a snob), and not because I desperately want to have someone else I can ramble to about one of my oldest passions - but because, at the heart of it, we’re filmmakers. Storytellers and visual craftspeople who’s job it is is to record the images of the now to preserve for later.

So why not go to the source?

What’s the first word that coms to mind when I say “wedding planning”? Is it stress? Hate to tell you this, but it should be. Why? Because you’re about to embark on, what is ostensibly a full time job. Event planners, co-ordinators, the little magic pixies with clipboards and super human speed? They get paid to do what you’re about to do. And they have all the connections. They have the contacts, they know the people, the venues, the vendors, the pitfalls and all the other little planning gremlins to steer clear of. 

You, however, are starting from zero. Less than zero.

And that’s okay. I’m here to get you through.