A couple of friends got married this weekend, recalling all of us we’re growing up.
And if that wasn’t enough, I’m also starting to work in a corporate close to Monza.
So it has been a busy period, but I managed to carry the camera at the wedding, and despite the excitement and hot-mind, some pictures are ratherly satisfactory.
There are no portraits and no faces in these pictures, even if the best ones for me fall in this latter category.
The following picture was taken from the church, pointing the camera on the outer plaza while the newlyweds were being celebrated with rice and colored streamers. The church mantainer was closing the doors in order to avoid rice entering the nave, and the picture represents this exact moment.
A door was closing, as of their (and at some extent, also our) young times were evolving, and the only window left was on the sparkling celebrations of their new life.
These two pictures are fine details of the best man and maid of honor.
We were used to dress in sweatshirt and jeans for our hangouts.
Among all the feelings coming from the foretold event, an entrepreneurship feeling rose up for me an another friend, so we’ll try to get into the field of wedding photography; but that’s a future project, and if everything will go well you’ll surely hear more of this.