I’ve photographed weddings at Scrajo since 2015, and I go back every year. A terrace above the sea in Vico Equense, with Vesuvius across the bay.
Alessandra and Alessio moved through their day with a rare natural ease, shaped by presence and freedom.
The morning was made of small things. A gilded mirror, a perfume, the big white bows on the dress. Alessio already dressed, his dog beside him. A video call before leaving.
Then the church, in Castellammare di Stabia: the aisle, a kiss on the forehead, laughter during the service, rice at the door.
Afterwards, a white vintage Porsche, sunglasses, the coast road.
And then Scrajo. Sunset between columns of flowers, deck chairs above the sea, the long table facing Vesuvius. The band, a second dress for dancing, fireworks above the cake.
The celebration became movement, encounter, living matter. Between editorial elegance and the truth of reportage, every image emerges from what simply unfolds.
Light, gestures, and time. Nothing more.
