One of the first things I did when I arrived in Berlin (after having a kebab or two of course) was to photograph my beautiful friends’ wedding near Müggelsee lake. I’ve seemingly spent half of said day crying hot (happy) tears onto my camera body and really felt the need to write some soppy lines on the L word.
Over the last few months I have seen more relationships fail than succeed. I’ve seen people coming out of a phase of life completely destroyed; you could almost read the pain between the lines on their faces. But while there may be a hundred reasons for why love generally is a decidedly dumb thing to get into, there’s one that wipes out all doubts in an instant. It’s not one for wimps (and you can definitely count me into that category) but it’s incredibly powerful.
What if it works out this time? I think in an occasionally masochistic way we were born to be hopeless romantics, to spice up our wedding wardrobe with hot tears, decorate our faces with runny mascara, to start something new as if our heart is a tidy book shelf and not some stranded ship wreck. I think we were born to kick disappointments and broken hearts into their ugly butt, because, and I’m quoting Brian Molko here as I’m lacking all the poetry genes, a heart that hurts is a heart that works. I guess while there’s no real recipe for eternity or the happily ever after, there is one for a successful relationship: Understanding, mutual respect and determination to make it work no matter what. And besides, life seems pretty darn boring without love.
So I guess what I really wanna say is: Angi and Jonathan, your beautifully honest celebration of love, life and everything in between has inspired me so much and I hope my head and heart will always be filled with so much idealism. Ha. Congratulations if you’ve made it so far, you may now kiss… ehm, take a peak at the pictures.