A wedding near Florence is like a fairytale. I flew into Florence from London, the ancient streets littered beneath me, shining in the hot, summer sun. As soon as I landed, I grabbed a rental car and headed south to Tuscany. My first night I spent in a tiny bed and breakfast, tucked away into the city walls of some small, forgotten city. I couldn’t believe how much history simply existed out here. I was staying in an incredible place, and nobody seemed to notice how majestic and powerful this moment was.
Kieran and Laura had invited me to their wedding rehearsal at their Italian Villa. We had been chatting for months prior to this, but getting to meet them in person felt like connecting with old friends. They introduce me to their family and we shared drinks together as the sun set.
Lucca, by most standards, is a pretty small, uneventful city. But the most incredible thing about this job has been the opportunity to visit these places that slide under the radar and are so easily forgotten. Even though I’ve photographed a handful of weddings in Italy, I’ll never tire of the wonder it brings.