Vasto, September
A stone villa above the olive trees, a civil ceremony with the sea behind it, then the pier and the shore as the sky turns from pink to blue.

I live on the Trabocchi Coast and I photograph weddings. I don’t pose anyone: I stay close, I wait, and I give you the day back in the order it happened.
A stone villa above the olive trees, a civil ceremony with the sea behind it, then the pier and the shore as the sky turns from pink to blue.
A room with the curtains drawn, a ceremony on the beach under a tulle canopy, the sun between two faces at the water’s edge, a party under the lights.
I stay beside you all day, and I never ask you to do anything twice.
— Piergiorgio Di Falco
Tell me the date and the place. I reply personally, within three hours during the Italian day, and I’ll tell you whether I’m free.