A couple last shots from Nicole and Scott’s wedding. I love sitting on the floor, getting down at eye-level with the chronologically unadvanced members of the party. This particular little guy was really not that big of a fan of his tux (in fact, spent most of the reception in a t-shirt printed with the words “Soy el jefe” in the shape of a tie), and boy did he squirm as he was surrounded by black tuxes and intent on stuffing him into the same.
And I just like the moment of the second shot; room crowded with the party, moments before being introduced to the reception, and her face is a picture of calm. Plus, I think there’s a little optical illusion here, making the groomsman look like he is in a room with a five-foot ceiling.