Du hard days night Hotel au berceau du Titanic à Liverpool. Mariage de Melina et Graeme | Destination Wedding photographer France Photographe de mariage de Prestige

Between Hard days night Hotel and Titanic Birthplace in Liverpool Mel and Graeme’s wedding

July 21st, 2010 |

Wedding in France at Château Ste Roseline Photo session in Liverpool by PG Wedding Photographer France. http://www.pgphotography.eu/

Arriving by plane upon Liverpool’s John Lennon airport is a kind of exotic experience. I had never seen such green surroundings near any Airport. Nothing to do with the urban surroundings of Roissy or the blues of Nice Côte d’Azur or the Browns and Ochers near Marrakech Menara. From the landing area the building looks old and out of date but after the custom’s it turns out to be brand new, modern and practical a temple dedicated to the divinities of the consumer society.

Less than ten minutes with a real cheap bus are enough to join the Albert docks one of the most mythical places in town . I met Graeme and Mel (Melina) on the docks at the Terrace of a famous Pub located in an old building that used to be the machinery of the Lock.

Graeme is a great fan of his City and knows its geography and history by heart. I had of Liverpool an image of an old sleepy mining city that had been built with the years by a couple of wonderful films that the British movie industry delivers to the world around once a year. I am thinking of the Full Monty, Billy Elliot, Brassed off, or more recently : Looking for Eric all amazing and touching films where life seems so tough and at the same time so warm, cordial and cheerfull.

In fact I discovered a brand new and modern town center so colored, noisy and crowdy. In the streets, buildings of all kind of architectural styles are mixed up in an incredible “Pot Pourri”. Makes you believe that no state service take care of this. But at night they’re all lit up like for a fireworks contest and the skies are burning in a mystical rainbow of psychedelic lights.

The old headquarters of the Cunard cruise line, the railway station, The museum and even the central police station are shining even brighter than all the neon lights in broadway. none of our police officers would even dare imagine working there and not in old barracks as ugly as the concrete bunkers of second world war.

the highlights of the day were definitly the old pubs. wher taking a few shots of our lovers was a brilliant idea. Then I must absolutely tell you about the Superlambbananas. They are amazing statues of a lamb with a banana shaped tail. Almost as big as a real cow they are covered with paintings telling stories about the geography , the history or any cultural subject about the city of Liverpool. they have been spread of all over the town in 2008 when Liverpool was European Capital of Culture. Ever since, ordinary people or corporations or business men have bought them sometimes in public auctions in order to keep them in town. they are so ugly and at the same time so odd and akward that at the end you like them.

I only have one regret. I had no time to visit Anfield road and the stadium the heart of the city beats. For a french man not really keen on football it is really hard to understand the mystery of the sentimental link between the Liverpool FC and its fans. But I lived two years in Marseille the only place in France where you can find such phenomenom and maybe understand the “you’ll never walk alone”.

And in fact i never did walk alone in the streets of Liverpool thanks to Graeme and Mel and that was fun and highly interesting. On the other hand I will prey and hope that Graeme won’t fill the church or the Castle on the wedding day with flags of his favorite football team though I know damn well he could do it.

In case you had not yet understood I adorrrre Liverpool.