Photographs are pure, honest memories. They transport us back to times we've recorded and (hopefully) enjoyed.
While the same applies here in this simple, quiet shot of Julia's morning preps at The St Pancras Renaissance, there's a second wedding which pops into my mind - that of the make-up artist, Elisa.
Quite by chance our paths crossed again without warning and after a double-take (on my part) as soon as I entered the room, it was a lovely surprise to recall her commission three years ago. Small world.
On a pure photographic level I like the picture very much. The loose composition on the 50mm lens leaves space for the bloom of the desk lamp, and the mirror feels to me like a doorway, where in actual fact the girls are to my immediate left, not in front of me. If I stare at it hard enough the lampshade in the background would begin to bother me - but such is life!
I also see it as a kind of distant cousin to From the archive #21 - you'll see what I mean...