After years of shooting weddings it still takes me by surprise how different each one of them is. It shouldn’t be a surprise considering how personal an event like a…
It’s early morning in Vernazza and the cobblestoned streets are mainly quiet with the exception of the odd squeaky handcart full of water bottles or crates of oranges being wheeled…
Seagulls circling a bright blue sky, ice cream scoops handed out of a van with the church bells ringing, laughter and ice cubes clinking in glasses on a deck overlooking…
Rain pelting down on our windscreen, skyr for breakfast, inappropriate (for a wedding) music coming out of car speakers and a very creative interpretation of what counts as fresh vegetables…
The highway opens up in front of us, flanked on both sides by pine trees and ragged cliffs. Past apple orchards the road winds up the mountain, closer and closer…