The Dolomites
Scale, light, and a good sense of lingering in the valleys below the pale walls.
Elopement Photography
This is one of the most visited corners of the Alps, and it earns it. Still, somehow, the quiet is always there.
Whether you hike out before first light, dive into the Dürrensee, or hop on a 4×4 to catch the walls turning pink at last light – the pace belongs entirely to you.
Years from now, a good photograph doesn’t just show you the day. You can still feel whether it was warm or cold, hear what the day sounded like, sense what was in the air, and what it felt like to be there together.
“She captured not just the moments but the essence of the day, whilst making incredible art at the same time.” — Ebony, Dolomites, 2023
An Italian family I lived with as a ragazza alla pari first brought me to the Dolomites in 2007. They’ve stayed with me ever since – the valleys, and the people in them.
My work is anchored in Patgific – a 300-year-old Romansh concept from Graubünden, in the Swiss Alps, about slowing down enough to really enjoy what’s in front of you. Here in the Dolomites the Ladin have their own: sté de bona ueia – to be in good spirits, to enjoy life. Same family of feeling, different peaks.
Raised in a painter’s studio, I look for where the landscape builds its own architecture. In the Dolomites it isn’t the summits that hold me – it’s the ground they rise from: meadow running right up to the foot of a wall that goes vertical like a cut face, the soft and the sheer in one frame.
“Her work is for those who want their day held with clarity, where moments remain recognisable to themselves, even as they take on the quiet weight of memory.” — The Lane
I take only a very small number of couples in the Dolomites each year, so that every day gets the attention and the hand-edited care it asks for.
While a single day is possible, most take around a day and a half – the mountains to yourselves through the quiet hours, first light, last light. Around twelve hours across it. €9000.
Espresso before sunrise, a long lunch that turns into an afternoon, and being so present you forget to document it (luckily, I did).