You shoot the day, drop the folder, and go to bed. By the time anyone asks you for photos, they already have them. Here is the whole of it.
The whole thing
Haldi, Mehendi, Sangeet, Reception — drop the parent folder and the sections come out the other side intact. It keeps going without you, and picks up where it stopped when the Wi-Fi gives out.
Guests scan it while they're looking for their names. No list to collect beforehand, nothing for anyone's mother to install, and no queue at a desk while you're trying to shoot.
That's the entire sign-up, and the selfie is the matching step rather than a second account. Join another event later and nobody asks for it again.
Nobody scrolls three thousand photographs looking for themselves. The hearts your clients leave land back on your side as a list of what to print.
A day with it
Same idea every time — the photos find the people in them.
One printed code on the welcome table. Guests scan it while they look for their names.
Nobody interrupts you to ask for a photo — they can already see the ones from an hour ago.
Three hundred galleries, each with one person in it. The couple's hearts land on your side as a print list.
The code sits beside the badges. Six hundred delegates onboard themselves while you stay on the floor.
A folder per session, so comms find the stage shots without wading through the after-party.
Every speaker has their own frames. Nobody's post waits a fortnight for a link.
Put the code on the table. Everyone shoots into one album instead of twelve phones.
It's already filling up, from phones you didn't have to ask.
Everyone has their own set. Nobody dumps ninety photos into a group of forty.
One link for the whole group. That's the entire setup.
Uploads wait and resume. You don't lose the morning because the hotel Wi-Fi gave up.
Everyone leaves with their own trip, not a folder of other people's holidays.
Signage with a code. Thousands of people, and no desk doing data entry.
Several photographers uploading into the same event from different kilometre marks.
Finishers find themselves by face instead of squinting at bib numbers.
Next
Start free, brand it as yours, and find out what the evening feels like when nobody is asking you for photos.