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Scratches and Soap Scum

Until late last night, I hadn’t looked at Marley’s wedding ring that closely since I slipped it on his finger at our wedding ceremony some weeks ago. I was not quite ready to go to bed, and wanted to practice some wedding ring macro shots using the $20 video light I had all but forgotten was buried in my “not really in use” gear cabinet. (This is what wedding photographers do, because we are all a tiny bit insane.)

I was surprised to see it has dings on it already. When I usually photograph my client’s wedding rings they are, of course, smooth and perfect, but his has scratches and dents already, the beginnings of a lifetime that will likely completely warp the gold in little marks of a life well-lived and well-loved. I got so sentimental about those tiny marks! There’s also a bit of soap scum, because he took it off for me while he was washing the dishes. I set myself up next to him in the kitchen, and put the rings on our slate cheese board.

I’m going to clean up the final image for use in my portfolio, which I would do with any new ring my client asked me to photograph, but here at the Amber Show, I wanted to show you the genuine photo of the dents, and the soap scum. Mine is leaning on his.

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P.S. If you’re wondering, we chose to special order our rings in undipped white gold (sometimes called “unplated white gold”) which renders a shade warmer than what you see called white gold, and a shade cooler and brighter than yellow gold. There isn’t a lot of information about this on the internet, so I’m spreading the good word.

P.P.S. His is from Greenwich Jewlers, and mine is a custom modification of an existing design by Oliva Ewing.

1 Comment

  1. Johanna

    16 November 2015 at 11:42 am

    When we ordered our rings from Sophia, we requested that they be “sandblasted” — neither of us wanted fresh shiny metal for our wedding bands. For some reason, the pumice stuff that Sophia used washed off the first time I showered with my wedding band on. My mom remarked shortly thereafter that mine looked all new and shiny still, while Jesse’s looked dingy and unpolished.

    It’s two and a half years later, and in looking at my had, I see now that it’s back to looking sand blasted and not shiny. The residue of life, and of being smashed up against Gie’s rings all the time, has given it the character that I tried to buy in the beginning.

    I love it when the ring starts to tell a story. As much as I love the hope and the promise in the brand new shiny unblemished wedding bands, I think that the more important photo is the one several years down the line, when the rings show all the times that you’ve jammed your hands together and held on, in the face of joys and pains and fear and everything else. That’s the photo I’d love to see taken.

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