Who would have ever thought that one day I would have been behind my camera immortalizing the most important day of my sister’s life?
On that Friday morning, our grandmother was sitting on her little armchair looking at us enchantedly, asking us if we had eaten enough, as she always did since our childhood. Inside the rooms of her house, in Trani, where Claudia got ready for her wedding day, we could still hear ourselves as kids, shouting at each other, our little fights, the games we grew up with, and the damask sofa, on which we used to sit with our legs dangling from the edge, there was now kept her bridal bouquet. Only the swish of her wedding dress reminded us that we have grown up, that now the distance between the North of Italy, where I moved because of my job, and the South, where she lives with our family, divides us, but the strength of our bond can overcome any time and boundary.
The ceremony took place in Trani, our birthplace, and then we were welcomed inside the walls of Casale San Nicola, an historical site surrounded by a grove of olive trees overlooking the sea.
The sounds of the Blackout’s songs swayed our day along with many delicacies from the typical Apulian cuisine.
People said that I would have never been able to enjoy the wedding day, that I would have lost something important by spending all the time with my camera searching for special moments to shoot, but I wanted to gift my sister with my privileged photographic vision as a brother. And after all, how could I have let someone else capture her smiles?
The celebration of your wedding deserves to be tailored in the same way a precious dress is tailored.