I stand close. I edit slowly.

I'm Roy. I grew up between Busan and the East Bay — Korean at home, English at school, a camera in my hand earlier than I should admit.

I started photographing weddings the way most people do: a friend asked, then their friend asked. The first years were a long apprenticeship in noticing — when a father is about to cry, which corner of a reception hall has the warm light, the half-second before a bride turns to look at the room she has built.

I work in film color and a quiet edit — Lightroom Classic and Photoshop, no presets I have not built myself. I do not believe gear makes a wedding photograph; presence does. Cameras are reliable enough that the work lives in the watching.

What I believe about a wedding day: it belongs to the two of you and to the rooms full of people who showed up for you. My job is to stand in those rooms without disturbing them. To be close enough to witness, far enough not to direct. To make images you will still want on your wall when you are sixty.

I am bilingual on the day. Korean weddings, Korean-American weddings, halmoni and harabeoji at the table — I know the shape of the room. If your parents speak more comfortably in Korean, that is not a request you need to translate to me first.

I live in San Francisco. I shoot regularly at City Hall, the Palace of Fine Arts, the Golden Gate headlands, and the small vineyards north of the bridge. I will travel for the right wedding.

— with love, Roy