Thank you but I did not sneeze, well actually I atomized my spittle all over the screen but not because I am sick, so don’t worry, I’ll try to be zany as usual.
That wonderful Finnish word is our “key of love” for today, because it means “aeroplane-jet-turbine-motor-assistant-mechanic-non-commissioned-officer-in-training” and be sure that eventually, to make a jet fly, you will need an aeroplane jet turbine motor assistant mechanic, non-commissioned officer, in training. Especially if you want to fly from Finland to Italy few times.
This is what the beautiful-dark-haired-but-Finnish Annalena and the red-but-astonishingly-Sardinian Roberto did for almost 6 years, chasing each other along Europe, in the eternal race of love, until tying their knot in one of the most stunning places in Italy, Castello Odescalchi in Bracciano. I personally like that place for three main reasons: it extracts beautiful shots from me, I appreciate the ghost of the previous wedding planner and once I was tortured in the castle dungeon. So it feels like home to me.
The ceremony was held in the garden terrace of the castle, a beautiful area covered with meadows and overlooking the blue volcanic lake, with a string quartet playing wondrous music that unfortunately I can’t reproduce by whistling (otherwise this very article would be enclosed with a cute tape cassette of me whistling the string quartet music). The castle itself craves for being portrayed with newlywed couples and we did so, while the guest were wiping clean the cocktail in my face! Annalena and Roberto posed for me, assiduously following my few instruction (“few” because of I am photojournalist and not a classic wedding photographer).
Just after the magnificent dinner waited on in the main hall of the castle, the newlywed were served with a sumptuous cake in the castle yard all decorated with all the nuances of yellow to purple lights then finally the party exploded with fun, dances, lights and pizzas, a lot of them, cooked in the castle’s wooden oven. The DJ played and the guests lined up at the photobooth to take funny pictures of themselves, with hats, facial prosthetics and other funny accessories.
So this full, coloured, international, happy and crazy day was called off; after having done my job always at maximum I went to the pizza maker, he’s a friend of mine, he’s name is Abdul Alhazred and he’s originally from Milan; he always put a way my usual end-of-the-day-well-deserved-pizzas, my usual 30/37. This very thing defines a wedding photographer as “fearless”.