Take Note

This post is about engagement sessions (in case that affects whether or not you will be choosing to read it.  No?  Okay).  One, in particular: The one I would like to have - and the one to which I am thus laying claim right now, on October 24, 2011 at 11:38 at night.  So...run and tell that, homeboy.

But first, a story:

A kissing story.

[Story omitted due to the incriminatingly emotional and generally embarrassing details of said story.  Just thinking about it made me break out in self-mockery all over.  Suffice it to say that The Boyfriend and I tip-toed awkwardly out of the shadows long after we'd started dating, like teenagers sidling out of a broom closet with mussed hair and sloppy grins, and there was a bit of shock and disbelief all around once people found out.  But in the end it all turned out okay and wasn't really a big deal at all.]

And now, a summary of that story:

Tracy loves secrets.  Boy loves Tracy.  Who knows why.  Tracy loves him back, even more than she loves secrets.  Everyone discovers that Tracy and the Boy are sittin' in a tree.  K-I-S-S-I-N-G.

I told you it was a kissing story.

Now, it seems to me that all engagement pictures start to look the same after a while (not that the average person goes looking through hundreds of couples' engagement pictures on a Monday evening just for funsies...), with unnatural poses and matching smiles and a forced, self-consciously romantic atmosphere.  Sometimes the duo even dresses alike, which just blows my mind.

Are we inappropriate twins or just engaged? Nobody knows!

Those zombie photos were cool, but I think I would want something a little more subtle.  I would call the series "Love Endures," and it would feature pictures of the couple acting out scenes from great love stories--Isolde watching Tristan sail away to Brittany, Juliet seeking a trace of the poison on Romeo's lips, Orpheus turning back to glimpse Eurydice fading away....  You know - subtle.*

Another option is just to do a day-in-the-life shoot with all the raw, gritty details.  Wakin' up all yawning and snorting and squinty, the man scratching his thigh as he pours coffee.  Grocery shopping in sweats, doing laundry and getting the mail, a quickie on the kitchen floor while dinner sets off the fire alarm.  Reading in bed and drifting off to sleep, mouthguard in place to keep the snoring under control.  Then getting up in the morning and doing it all over again.

*Not to mention cheery!

Image via here and Iconica Photography.

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