Bill Stockwell singlehandedly, without outside inspiration or guidance from peers or photo cults, completely changed the face of wedding photography worldwide.” What a brash, self important egomaniac this jerk must be” you may mutter to yourself.” But I’m speaking of my Dad, Bill Sr. Before he came along, wedding photography consisted of a drab series of family groups, sterile formals and worse, cornball jokes such as the bride holding a ball and chain or the grooms trying to flee the church restrained by the best man. What a riot! Though his photography never sank to those depths, his creative soul could no longer bear delivering sterile statistics. He said to himself, “I can’t do this anymore. Either change or go back to writing sports for the local newspaper.”
While he was scrawling notes, ideating new concepts and developing a revolutionary style, I was sprouting acne, fantasizing about the rest of the story click here
While he was scrawling notes, ideating new concepts and developing a revolutionary style, I was sprouting acne, fantasizing about the rest of the story click here















































































































































































