Amara and Tom put their coordinate on the wedding invites. By the last dance, every phone in the room had quietly become their photographer.
The problem with wedding photos
The photographer covers the ceremony. Nobody covers the third table from the back, where Uncle Femi is telling the story that has the whole table crying. Those photos live and die on guests’ phones — promised in the group chat, delivered never.
The coordinate on the invites
They claimed 12·06·24 the week they set the date, and printed it everywhere — invites, table cards, the order of service. Guests scanned, typed the PIN, uploaded, and signed the guestbook from the dance floor; the live slideshow ran on the marquee wall all evening.
Your date is on the invites anyway. Make it the album.