Mine have always broken down at weddings. This resulted in unhappy brides, grooms ready to faint from stress, mothers and mothers-in-law in tears, much mental cursing and swearing, grey hairs, life insurance cover for holy murders, and expensive repair bills. Not to overlook the extra cost of two or more camera bodies.
My first such nuptial disaster was with a then new Rolleiflex 3.5E2 in 1966 or 1967. The damn thing jammed up on me after the second roll, just as the marriage ceremony was about to start. Parish priest kindly delayed the proceedings by making a long-winded introductory philosophical speech to the congregation,while I raced to my car (which was parked about half a mile from the church), grabbed my Yashica D, and ran back. All turned out well in the end. Except for the grey hair at age 19 (no longer a a problem, my hairline went south decades ago).
I still have the Rollei and apart from very slight separation in the Planar taking lens (it doesn't affect the images in any way), I've not had any problems with the camera since.
I haven't shot a wedding for $$$ since 1990, but camera disasters occurred no less than six times in the '70s and '80s, with a Nikkormat (also new), a Pentax (demomodel on loan from a camera shop I worked for), a Minolta SRT101 (a friend's and still functioning, so indestructible except for the one time), a Rolleiflex T (fully serviced a month before), and a Hasselblad 500C (borrowed from a local pro, who demanded I get it serviced, for two and a half times the wedding fee, never again) . So my trials were always with gear either new or CLA'd regularly before the events. Same gear never broke down or malfunctioned at any other time.
After the 500C disaster I swore never again! and thereafter told everyone I was photographing only divorces. I did one. Sure enough, my almost new pro AF Nikon jammed (I still have it, of course it hasn't broken down since), but I was able to fix it myself, and anyway I had two Nikkormats in my kit, just in case. All of which saved my neck.
Many believe there is a patron saint of photographers. I reckon there is a special devil dedicated to our profession and it manifests itself when the celebrant is waiting at the altar and the bride and her father are walking down the aisle.
This thread made me feel better, knowing it isn't just me. Let us all read and heed.
Last edited by ozmoose : 06-05-2017 at 21:05.
Reason: I wrote "bridges" for "brides",oi...