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Malaga Cove, Palos Verdes, Los Angeles, California

Had an amazing weekend in Palos Verdes photographing an engagement proposal. A few weeks ago, Alexander had given me a call and asked me to do a small photo shoot for him and his girlfriend. He had planned a romantic weekend getaway at Terrenea and wanted to have some photos done. I met up with the two of them at Malaga Cove in Palos Verdes for a quick photo session, but the real surprise was at the end of the shoot when he got down on one knee! Much to Melinda’s shock, she thought everything was done and then Alexander surprised her with a private dinner on the bluffs of Terrenea overlooking the ocean. He had orchestrated a sunset romantic dinner cooked by a private chef to celebrate the start of a new life together.  It was an amazing day and it’s shoots like these that make me realize how much I love doing what I do. Congratulations you two and best wishes!

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Palos Verdes Engagement Photography, Los Angeles, California
Engagement Sessions for Close Friends

Recently a few of my good friends have been getting engaged, so here goes one more story just for kicks.

When I met Sul-mo in junior high school, he was the popular kid with the funny korean name.  He was a good foot taller than everyone else, like some kind of freak of nature.  Me being on the shorter side, I was glad to have him around.  No one messed with me when Andre the Asian Giant was around. In sixth grade he had some wicked coke-bottle glasses.  It was like the sun.  Don’t stare directly into them or you could hurt yourself with dizziness.  That was back in the day when the word “brawl” in a Pictionary game would always get a good laugh and that was back in the day when we discovered the best way to relate to junior high girls was to recite a couple of SWV “Weak in My Knees” lyrics.  A lot of people said we were friends because we were both asian.  But in hindsight, I think we were more friends because we had the same miller’s outpost wardrobe and listened to the same stuff on the sway & tech wake-up show on 92.3.  We even combed our hair in the same ridiculous fashions.

Later in junior high, our parents made us join boyscouts.  They thought it was the responsible decision, but little did they know we were pretty much left unsupervised in the wilderness with knives, matches and portable propane gas tanks.  It was like lord of the flies, but with a bunch of asian kids.  We spent over a half a decade in scouts, taking hikes in remote mountains and white-watering random rivers in california.  We saw a lot of beautiful scenery that we couldn’t really appreciate at the time.

In high school Sul-mo got a noisy white civic and refused to drive me anywhere.  We went to random parties and played video games together.  He eventually dropped the “Sul” and went solely by “Mo” to make the lives of anglo-saxon teachers and seating hostesses easier.  He had a crush on my ex-girlfriend and he took more AP classes than necessary.  We made up retarded nicknames for each other and my parents were always happy to see him around the house.  We ended up at the same college and made a point to live on the same floor together.  We suffered through dorm food side-by-side and sat through the misery of economics together.  He’d show me his latest paintings from his art classes and he introduced me to photography & cameras.  We spent random nights hanging around westwood and he took me to k-town to gorge on korean bbq and funny smelling dishes drenched in red sauces.

A couple years later, I moved to ny, and he came out with Anna and schlepped up my sixth floor walk-up to visit.  When I moved to sf, he flew out to discover how unforgiving dolores park is and we found delicious indian food that made our toliets angry.  When I moved back to la, Annie threw me a welcome home party.  Mo showed up with a gigantic cake.  When my mom had a medical mishap, Mo and Anna were over with flowers and conversation to lift her spirits.  It’s always weird looking back on old times & friendships like this.  So much to get lost in thought and reminisce about.  But sometimes certain memories don’t translate into writing and sometimes they exist better as nostalgia reserved for the mind.  These are friends I’ve grown up with practically my entire life; friends that I can’t get rid of even if I tried; and friends that will be there with me for the rest of my life.  Today happens to be his birthday – happy birthday old man.  I’m glad to be a part of your wedding party.  Thanks for the past memories and looking forward to the future ones to come.

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Congratulations.

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