Why Happy Hunter?
Because 2014 was inspiring.
2014 was the year I changed my name. It wasn’t the changing of my name that inspired me, but, it marked the opportunity to shed some skins, box them up as ‘Kate Griffin’ and stick that box on a shelf.
Never have I had a year with more incredibly happy memories than 2014, the year I got married and changed my name.
The night before our wedding, my husband to be and I drank red wine, swam, and practised our vows until 1am.
I swam in my wedding dress at the same time the next night.
Our friends and family wrote us love notes that we will re-read for the rest of our lives.
We honeymooned in Europe and watched sunrises and sunsets over the Aegean ocean. We slept til midday and then napped til 3pm.
We rode quad bikes and followed stray dogs down the street in the hope of a quick pat in Greece.
We ate waffles and drank cherry beer in Belgium. We ate cheese and gourmet cakes in parks in Lyon.
In Paris, an older couple we had never met bought us a $150 bottle of champagne. Just because.
(One day we hope to do the same for another happy couple on our travels).
2014, also the year I took on too much work.
Also the year I worked for the Rolling Stones, got flown to London to photograph a wedding, and in general travelled for work more than ever. My newly-minted husband Skyped me each night with our hound.
2914 was the year that so many more people than ever before invited me to take part in their lives and witness and document so moments of happy.
I got to photograph portraits of some of the world’s most influential corporates as if they were regular people.
I got to photograph a wedding wearing Vivian Westwood and Converse sneakers and a top 50 ASX listed company made me their in-house photographer.
It was also the year my craft finally shredded my knees and fractured my feet to the point of surgery.
The year I graduated to conscious competence in my craft.
2014, the year I thought my heart would explode.
Not just from getting married, but it was also the year my mother and brothers and neices roadtripped back to the town I was born and the place my brothers grew up. We hadn’t set foot in for 25 years. I got to hear my brothers tell stories while standing on the spots those stories were created. I got to see my nieces stand on those spots too.
The year I finally realisd the brothers I idolised had become the kind of fathers we’d wished ours had been. I got to see them play tiggy with their kids while hopping on one foot to even the ability on the field. I also got to watch them waterbomb those same kids in the face with the same glee they would have had landing one in the face of an adult.
2014 was the year my favourite Australian band finally got the traction they deserved. Men with talent and loyalty to their craft who continue to bust ass.
It was the year I got to see my oldest best friend twice in one year. In February she flew back to Melbourne to be at my wedding, in July I was working in her adopted hometown of London.
It was the year best friends planned a wedding in secret and let me and my husband in on it. And asked us to witness which was also the first time we signed something together with matching surnames.
2014 was the year my photos turned up across the web, on TV, in print and in film. The year I was named in the credits of the Nick Cave documentary, 20,000 Days On Earth. The year I listened to Jake Bugg, Ben Folds, Band of Skulls, Frightened Rabbit, and Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds on repeat.
These are the photos that will let me time travel back to all these things in the years to come.