D’AMORE

Anna and Samuel metonaquietSeptemberafternooninRome.ShewasanartistfromAthensseekinginspiration;hewasavineyardowner’ssonwithhandsstainedbygrapesandaheartfullofoldItaliansongs.Theirlovebeganwithespressoinasunlitpiazzaandgrewlikewildjasmineonancientstonewalls.

Samuel whispered, “Wherever you are, is my home.” Anna smiled, touching his hand over the table. “And wherever the olives grow, we’ll keep returning.”

Threeyearslater,theyreturnedtothecoastofPuglia — creating a mediterranean weddingtocelebratenotjustananniversary,butthelifethey’dcreatedtogether.Theychosearusticvillaonahill,whereolivetreesmetthebreeze,andwhitewashedwallsglowedundertheMediterraneansun.

Friends and family gathered at long wooden tables dressed in beige colours and olive branches. Bottles of white wine clinked under hanging lights, and the scent of rosemary and sea salt filled the air. There was no rush, no spectacle — just slow dances barefoot in the courtyard, laughter over plates of fresh pasta, and stolen kisses under fig trees.

Becausetheirlove —liketheMediterranean —wastimeless,sun-warmed,andfullofflavor.

Dancing under the stars

color palette

Lighting

art de la table