My brother turns 30 in a few days and he’s not 30 yet in my mind having “just” landed a reasonable job (really 3 years) and “just” getting married (really 5 years) of which neither matters as the calendar is unapologetic in keeping track of time.Â I talked to him a few times over the evening, mostly about photography, as he and I have little to talk about besides our parents and sometimes computers.Â I brought up something that’d popped up recently:
Me: A friend asked me to be the photographer at his wedding.Â What do you think I should charge?
Him: Run.Â Get as far from that shit as you can and then keep running.Â Unless he’s blind, say no.
Me: Why?Â He seems to like my pictures and his standards will probably be forgiving.
Him: If my best friend was the photographer at my wedding and screwed them up, I would remove his balls with my bare hands.Â I have been in 1 fight in my life and while i like guns I’m not violent.Â But the man who fucks up my wedding photos should use the money I paid him to buy a life insurance policy because he would be a dead man.
Me: Maybe I’ll decline and just offer to do some portraits.
Him: Now you’re thinking.
Maybe my brother’s wiser than I thought.