Santa Monica Pier Engagement Photography, Los Angeles, California
Engagement Sessions for Close Friends
I first met Matt in junior high days, sixth grade to be exact. He had the same backyard mom-given bowl haircut as mine, but his was far worse. It made me feel pretty good about myself and we soon became friends. That was back in the day when oversized jnco pants and movies like boys in the hood were the bees knees. I’m not sure why he carried around a wallet with hello kitty ducks on it, but he said the ladies dug it. Ironically, the only chicks who dug it were the ones on the wallet.
When we moved on to highschool, he let me borrow his takamine guitar to learn on and didn’t mind that I had it for lengthy stretches of time. Later in college we started a band. We had no drummer, no bassist and no singer…but we definitely rocked. We wasted more time thinking of cool band names than actually playing any songs together. In ucla, we were just a dorm away from each other. He got addicted to the internet and I developed an “i am late everywhere i go” problem. We went to church together and since I was car-less he gave me a lot of rides everywhere. We spent a lot of time hanging out in Melrose, searching for some non-existent shoes. He lived right next door to the campus arcade where I had a part-time job at. He’d come over and we’d steal drinks from the adjacent cafeteria, play free arcade games and make fake employee-of-the-month signs with my name on it. Once, I mistakenly scheduled a shifts that overlapped with a midterm. He covered it for me without a worry.
When I graduated and moved to new york to work a finance banking gig, he used to call my office line from a blocked number and say, “I want stock.” My job had nothing to do with selling stock, but this was his way of staying in touch. He came to visit and complained about having to walk everywhere, but he quickly shutup when he saw we were walking to a Vespa store. He crashed on my miniature-sized couch that my roommate and I put in our kitchen (because there was no where else to put it). When I moved to san francisco, he was the first one to fly up and visit me. It was a nice welcome back to the west coast.
I’ve known this guy for a while now and I’ve known Michelle possibly even longer. When I met up with them to take some quick engagement photographs, Michelle (the world-renown blogger) asked me what I was going to write about them on the blog. She jokingly laughed as she exclaimed, you should begin the blog entry with an, “I loooooooove Matt and Michelle!!“ Haha, well yeah something like that. Singularly, these two are pretty imperfect…but together they’re perfect for each other. Cheers to the new life and thanks for asking me to be a part of the wedding party.
The Santa Monica pier photos above are Matt & Michelle. This is what they’re like to hang out with in person: a fun-loving bunch that not even pictures or a thousand words can describe. Congratulations.
