The wind from the desert
Our plane was landing at Ben Gurion Airport. I was looking through the window at the city, the view was covered with a brown film as if a sepia effect was applied to Instagram photos. In fact, it was khamsin, a sandstorm. It was the strongest one for the last 30 years.
Dasha, the bride, was worrying about how the weather conditions would influence the wedding. However, for us, photographers, the light was just perfect! The bright sun and the sand hanged in the air leveled the light and made it immersive with no hard shadows typical for a day shooting and with no evening’s cold tinges.
In the evening, I learned a lot about Israeli wedding traditions. The newlyweds sign a prenuptial contract according to which the groom has to provide his future wife with a good living standard, take her to outings and buy new dresses. And if he fails to do so – he has to pay 300,000 shekels.
During the ceremony, the newlyweds stand under the chuppah, a symbol of home, which is held by the closest family friends. And the ring is put on the index finger.
Receptions are short in Israel. People don’t need to be warmed up – they are joyful and dance literary from the very beginning of the reception. I think, there is a lot to learn from Israelis. And, above all, the ability to genuinely rejoice.
Shot in a cooperation with Eric Dener.