I made the mistake of agreeing to take pictures at a friend's wedding. They had another aquaintance as the "official" photographer, doing the more formal and important pictures. I was just doing the more candid shots. Now, before you jump all over me for daring to take pictures on the back of another photographer, I raise the following points as my defense:
- I was asked by them to do the candid pictures for them and their family during this auspicious event.
- The other photographer was informed that I would be doing the aforementioned activities and she said it would be OK. At least that's what I was told.
- My friends were paying her a flat rate for all pictures and they would only receive digital files from her. Nothing more!
It was about 7 years ago so digital was pretty much the thing at the time but I still insisted on shooting B&W film. The photographer shows up before the ceremony will a Nikon D50 and a mid 90's Tamron 18-200 lens. Nothing else! Not a flash (other than the built in one), not a tripod or anything other than a tiny camera bag. I attempt to converse with her to introduce myself and indicate that I would staying out of her way. I get a "yah sure" look and nothing more. Crap! I made a mistake in agreeing doing this for my friends but I'm now committed.
Anyway, rather go into gory details, let's just say she didn't may my life easy taking pictures. I'm sure her irritation was exacerbated as people were contiuously mistaking me for the photographer with my gear (a F100 with vertical grip, SB-28 flashgun and a couple of fast lenses). Finally, the night ended and somehow managed to shoot a few rolls and live. I vowed to the Creator never to do something like this again.
A couple of week's later, I show up to their home with a framed 11"x14" B &W photograph of them togther looking beautiful and they're very delighted. Apparently, they weren't very satisfied with their chosen photographer (shocker!) and ask me if I can bring some other pictures. I spend a few days putting a book together and give it to them. The photographer got $650 for her trouble. I got dinner.
C'est la vie!