There is a version of wedding filmmaking that treats the couple as scenery. Beautiful, cooperative scenery, arranged and re-arranged until the light is right. I have never wanted to make films that way. The ones I am proudest of only exist because two people trusted me with something unfinished: a day they hadn’t lived yet,...
Ask anyone a year after their wedding what they remember, and you’ll get fragments. The weight of a hand on a shoulder during vows. A song, half of it. Someone laughing too hard near the door. The rest dissolves quietly, the way most days do, folded into the general blur of a life being lived....
Some weddings hand you a title before you’ve cut a single frame. This one did. Somewhere in the middle of the ceremony, their celebrant told a story about a vase — a gift Jorge gave Andrea early in their relationship, one that survived exactly one apartment before a collapsing ceiling in Brussels shattered it into...
Groznjan sits on a hill in inland Istria, a village small enough to walk end to end in ten minutes, built from the kind of stone that turns gold for about twenty minutes every evening. I’ve filmed weddings across Croatia — coastal, urban, hidden inland — but few places hand you better light than this...