Three people on a terrace above a working harbour, and none of them is looking at any of the others. A friend in black reaches over to fix the bride’s hair, phone and clutch still in her other hand. The bride looks down at her own dress, bouquet held out to the side like something she’s been asked to hold rather than something she chose. The groom has turned his back on both of them to fasten his jacket.

This beach frame is a good argument for the 135mm focal length. The woman sitting on the sand holds the eye because she’s the only thing rendered with any real detail. Everything behind her turns into a wash of turquoise and green: umbrellas, chairs, sunbathers, a whole crowded stretch of coastline reduced to shapes and patches of colour. Nothing back there competes with her, and nothing back there had to be moved, cropped out or waited for.