Sorrento
Dates
Jul 2025
Role
Floral design
Location
Sorrento, Italy
The beginning
When Cris, the wedding planner, contacted us to see if we were available during the time of the event, I immediately knew that this was a special project. We made the first inspection together with her, on a beautiful March day, when the Sorrento Coast shows its most intimate and silent side.
Concept
The location was gorgeous even out of season, and just that contrast between winter and the idea of summer sparked the imagination.
During the visit it was immediately clear to me what the starting point would be: a fuchsia bougainvillea, imposing, that would explode with color in July. Around her we built the whole concept, a vibrant palette with fuchsia, lemon yellow and pure white, that would tell the story of the area with energy and splendor.
Move the slider to see the difference between winter and summer
Challenge
Making a staging on the Sorrento Coast is a great privilege…but also a challenge. The locations are wonderful, of course, but the logistics are often complex and fraught with pitfalls: narrow access, limited time, all to be coordinated with chronometric precision.
From transporting materials to managing summer temperatures, we planned each stage with great care. In an international event, with guests from overseas, no detail could be left to chance. Only through deep understanding with the whole team and meticulous organization did every piece fall into place.
Colors, emotion and a summer sky
Everything seemed to have been there forever.
The chairs in rows, silent, facing the sea. The patches of color, neat but free, as if grown wild among the grass.
There was a scent of full summer, of lemons warm in the sun.
The air moved slowly, barely, carrying with it the calm of a moment that needs no words.
Everything was in its place. And nothing was out of tune.
Just beauty, simple and happy, under a beautiful summer sky.
The golden hour, the garden, the table
When the light dims and the air becomes quieter, everything takes a breath.
Under the suspended texture of the lights, the tables seemed to float in green. The warm tones of the day mingled with the white of the tablecloths, the deep fuchsia of the details, and the full yellow of the fruits.
A cascade of flowers cascaded down from the tables like a gentle river, sliding down to the grass. All around, lemon trees and touches of light among the glasses.
It was a slight balance, designed so that it would seem natural. As if everything had always been there.
In the end
It was enough to look around.
The quiet tables, the lit candles, the changing light at dusk.
The wind gently stirred the hanging flowers, without moving them.
No words could have added anything. The rest, the pictures tell.
