Thirteen years.
Half a thousand weddings.
One quiet obsession.

I bought my first camera with my final-year college savings — a second-hand Canon 60D from a man in Old Delhi who threw in a 50mm prime if I promised not to scratch the lens. I didn't.

The camera was supposed to be a hobby. Then a friend's sister got engaged, and my “favour shoot” turned into the proudest folder on my hard drive. That folder became a portfolio. The portfolio became a studio. And the studio, thirteen years on, is still chasing the same feeling — that quiet second when a bride's mother sees her daughter for the first time.

We've grown — eight storytellers, three cinematographers, a drone pilot, and a colorist who graded for Bollywood before joining us. But our brief hasn't changed: shoot fewer weddings, shoot them better, deliver heirlooms that outlive us.

We hope we get to shoot yours.

— Mukul