Faye & Pepe in Spetses
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#2 Read Here
Wedding Photographer Spetses //
An amazing island. An island that will seduce you, a destination that will stay in your heart. Blessed by its beauty. Too pretty, too accessible and too popular. An elegant choice for #pepefaiou and a perfect match.
This is an island where your senses immediately come alive: the air, refreshingly warm, one moment it carries the smell of the sea, then freshly baked pastries the next. Locals drink their espressos and frappés as they play backgammon in the shade and eye the latest arrivals climbing out of the red-and-white water taxis.
Around the corner from the port, the winding cobbled coastal road opens into a wide, expansive piazza that acts as a forecourt for the Poseidonion, a grand hotel styled like a château and modelled on the Carlton in Cannes or the Negresco in Nice.
There is something timeless about the square, and indeed the island itself. It is as close to the idyllic Hellenic picture as you can imagine: fishermen lay out their catch by the seafront as the locals stroll along the promenade, past impressive villas, domed churches and traditional tavernas with tables lining the road. Cars being banned from the town, horse-drawn carriages rattle through the backstreets.
The Venetians named the island Spezia, meaning spice, but it could just as well have been after the powerful scents of jasmine and pine, bougainvillaea and hibiscus.
We spent five superb days in Spetses.
We usually do not like to analyze our weddings in long texts that never do justice to the essence of these special moments.
Small exceptions as this, in a few words only to accommodate any future couple in choosing Spetses for their wedding.
A pre-wedding day boat cruise around the island ended up in a remarkable Vodka-stricken beach party in Agia Paraskevi.
The bridal preps took place at Poseidonio Hotel with girlfriends and family. Beautiful and emotional was our quietest bride ever.
The grooms’ prep was held at a private villa overlooking the sea. A not so quiet bunch of boys saw to it that no one got bored. Ever.
A traditional horse carriage rode Faye and her father to the magnificent church of Agios Nikolaos, allowing us the opportunity to perform the appropriate acrobatics for the sake of amazing images.
Utterly emotional, the first look gave way a beautiful ceremony. Faye had chosen an elegantly embroidered fine lace wedding dress by Maria Konidi. The groom, ah this groom! White flowers impeccably decorated the church aisle by Fevronia Luxury Events in cooperation with Mae Mavroudi.
The wedding reception was held at the very popular “Kaiki” on one of the most beautiful beaches on the island. The party, as expected from such a bunch of friends, was ruthless. A sleepless night and a hangoverish next day ended up at the same beach bar for a lazy sunstricken brunch.
A next day photo session took place on locations we had chosen for them around the island, where plans were made for our next adventure. A honeymoon photo session in the Maldives
#3 History in the making
The Scenery // Spetses
Hashtag #pepefaiou and who could know.
When she grows up, she wants to be a ballerina spinning.
Who could know but Elon Musk.
Where things went out of hand.
But who could know?
And as there are no ways of knowing for sure,
there are these particular ways of knowing
for pretty sure.
Over a game of PlayStation.
Over a well-cooked meal.
In just a split of a second
or a split of it,
between everyday lines.
That it is, in the knowing that we grow
and love will expand to contain us.
But who would know?
Over a glass of wine,
over this one,
particularly this one twitch of the lip.
Because there’s always someone who knows something.
About fairy tales.
Abstract and unique,
reflective by nature.
Fairy tales, that project on us as we project on them.
Like words that we make up
to special meanings,
to odd translations.
But who would know,
but old best friends
and so many new ones.
To care and to share.
To shed a tear for the loss of childhood,
and cheer to intangible bonds,
that will forever remain.
But who could know that some things are simply meant to be? We met, again and again, on friends weddings. And it seemed inevitable. We were chosen, as naturally as we chose them. Of course, there was a story that had to be told.