September 2021. The world was still closed.
Jessica and Matteo — Australian, living in London — chose Italy anyway. Their closest friends made the crossing. Their families, still on the other side of the world, did not. What could have felt like a compromise became something else entirely.
Three days in the Marche hills — a pizza evening with straw chairs borrowed from a local osteria, a checkered tablecloth, a chalkboard listing the pizza’s flavours. A wedding day that moved with the ease of people who had nowhere else they needed to be. A morning after that nobody wanted to end.
Every detail in this wedding was considered many times over. The effortlessness was the result of that work — not despite it.
We didn’t recreate a trattoria. We just borrowed its logic — the long table, the simple cloth, the idea that good food needs nothing else.
Linen. Candles. Flowers that looked like they came from the garden. Nothing that needed explaining.
Total white wasn’t a theme, It was a frame — so the landscape, the stone, the light could do the rest.
