"Long Live the Bride and Groom" is the second review of my wedding archives. More than 2,500 weddings since 1979 sometimes make me feel like a bit of a priest, or a judge relying on photographic evidence, for I confess I am complicit in everything, but I reaffirm my conclusions by advocating these. I assure and attest that the testimonies I provide were not taken in the hidden and profound Spain, for they occur openly. They speak of everyday events that happen on the surface, in the open air of the countryside in most cases, and not so far from us, in places where photography has long since been democratized and popularized, where the family album has survived modern times, where the protagonists consume images as they breathe, without regard for the opinions of those who live hidden in the depths of the big cities.
 They speak of everyday events that happen on the surface, in the open air of the countryside in most cases, and not so far from us, in places where photography has long been democratized and popularized, where the family album has survived modern times, where the protagonists consume images as they breathe, without caring about the opinions of those who live hidden in the depths of the big cities. And wanting to answer common questions, I promise I won't go the day before the wedding and hang things on the walls. I don't need to. The selected images are real and were delivered in albums at the time. If my photos are exuberant, it's because they belong to an exuberant world: we Murcians are more North African than Southern European, with the atmospheric happiness causing an open, tolerant, and fun character. There's no need to invent anything. The keys to understanding my way of using the camera must lie in my background, as I feel unable to separate photography from my own biography. Once upon a time… (Text by Juan de la Cruz Megías)