I shot my first gay wedding two weeks ago, a loving, beautiful celebration at OneMarket, one of San Francisco’s Michelin Star restaurants. When a colleague asked what it was like, this gay wedding, I thought a moment and answered that it was just like any other wedding. Of course, every wedding is unique, and that’s why–though I have no better than an average memory–I remember the weddings I’ve shot with such vivid detail. So this wedding was unique because any wedding is, but it was not unique because it was the marriage of two men. It was blessed with the reasons I love shooting weddings–an exchange of emotionally rich vows, the warm wishes of friends and family, a gorgeous little flower girl, elegantly-dressed grooms (two of them!), joy, fun, laughs, dancing, and exquisite food.
It did feel special, though, to photograph one of the many same-sex weddings now taking place in California. They are emblematic of our society’s becoming more humane and just. And I couldn’t help thinking that for many years in California’s history, my own marriage would have been illegal, as I am Caucasian and my wife is Asian. That now seems like an arcane barbarism, and I hope some day soon we will look back on the proposition 8 initiative in the same way.





