The story of a LoveStory

Prato is my hometown. Here I lived my childhood and my youth. I had a strange relationship with this city, I often fought against the rush to get away from here and my thoughts lived tightly between these streets and in a provincial reality full of contradictions that I never bothered to fully understand. Prato means fabrics, many pieces of cloth have always been there in this city and when we were children we played among the noise of looms that still our grandparents held in the domestic warehouses. I then left Prato years ago, I was disappointed and I was angry, maybe like many other young women of my age. But in Prato I came back years later to see the city in a different way, under a different lens. This time my heart was opened and I had hopes. I decided for the this first time to give a chance to this place and see together what we could do.So when I was presented with the opportunity to photograph this story happening in my city, I saw the opportunity to tell a small story of people who were born and raised here just like me, I felt the responsibility that I had was also to return to this place a bit of that affection I had taken from it. Then one day I got an idea and I called Gaia, it was kind of a crazy idea and I did not know how they would react. I asked her “Gaia why don’t we meet each other as much as we can for one year long instead of photographing only the wedding day and let’s see where this story will bring us? Who knows what will come out”. We did not know what the result would have been and if nothing good would have come out of it. But Gaia and Alessio were enthusiastic and they said yes to this idea a little freaked out.And so we did. Until the wedding, that happened on an unusual warm evening at the end of November. I asked or I should properly say that firmly required to stay until the very end, until the last guest left, until the waiters had put everything away. Until goodnight.Until the last photo in which I could completely understand the importance of how to create a memory.And I hope that somewhere a little gentleman with a hat and a slow pace will look at us and smile at these memories.  For this story of a LoveStory.

The wedding day

Venue: Villa Medicea di Liliano

Florist: Nel Giardino di Giulia

Second shooter: Ilaria Costanzo

Catering: Delizia Ricevimenti

Dj: Ed Gillum

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