I had arranged a Sunday morning meeting with a B2B ( wedding lingo for bride to be ) who was coming to London with her entourage of 3 subdued bridesmaids to see me. She had come to my studio in a leafy part of London to preview my work and talk about if I could provide a green album with gold trim ( no, by the way I will not do this) After asking standard questions, when is your day? how long have you been together? and acting all excited for her these words flew out of her mouth ‘I want you to get me into a Magazine’ and she swiftly pulls out a copy of Vogue’ mmmmmmm Sure I say, but a Bridal Magazine as I don’t think French Vogue takes wedding submissions’
She finally agrees that I am the photographer for her so I give her a copy of the contract however there were a few spelling mistakes ( not unlike this blog) so I say ‘I am sorry there are a few spelling mistakes in the contract as I forgot to run a spell check before printing ‘ her response, was absolute wedding bitchyness ‘That’s OK, you are a photographer I don’t expect you to know how to spell’ Her poor bridesmaids just looked at me, and begged for forgiveness with their eyes.
She writes and cheques and leaves.
As her wedding day is drawing closer, I am starting to dread having to photograph her wedding as she is the ultimate Bridezilla but could you imagine my relief when I get a hand written note in the post, 2 weeks before the wedding saying ‘the weding had been cancelled’ Note how she spelt the word wedding!
Needless to say, I now proof read all my contracts and never meet with clients after spending an evening with FG. Still happy to have a non refundable clause in the event of cancellation in my contracts.
Not once, during the 8 months she was a client, did she ever mention the name of her H2B ( yes that’s hubby to be, not a pencil)
Hoping to blog a few times a week but next I will post about a women that asked ‘Is my back fat going to be a problem in the photos‘ ‘I’m the princess, its my day’ and one mother in law who said to me ‘ staff eat outside’ ~ Ouch!
ps: There were spelling mistakes in the contract as I had printed it up about 5 minutes prior to our meeting as the previous night, I has foolishly challenged FG (French Guy) to an evening of drinking and some ‘oh la laaah’. After one to many , I woke up late, had to kick him out of my tiny apartment and turn it from a boudoir back into a work studio during the day.