One of the very first weddings I photographed happened to be in the small town of Pons, France, about an hour outside of Bordeaux. It was 2005, and I had visited Paris a couple years earlier with some schoolmates. I met a boy, and we maintained our mutual crushes on each other for the next few years, during which time his sister was getting married. I'm not sure how it came about, but I ended up as her wedding photographer. Shot entirely with 35mm black & white film, little to no French language, and a load of naivety.