Scottish & American Wedding at Castello di Mugnana

Some weddings feel familiar from the moment you meet the people behind them.

Not because they follow a certain style, but because they don’t.

Maggie and Freddie were exactly that kind of couple.

They came to Italy from Scotland and the United States, bringing with them a strong sense of who they are, a love for beautiful things, and absolutely no need to fit into someone else’s idea of what a wedding should look like.

We connected almost immediately.

Their wedding at Castello di Mugnana, in the Tuscan countryside near Florence, was full of history, old stone, wildflowers, vintage clothes, medieval references and beautifully strange little details. But what I loved most was that none of it felt like a theme imposed on the day.

It felt like them.

Maggie wore two vintage wedding dresses, including a handmade 1940s gown and a later silk dress. Freddie chose a custom chainmail piece and wool trousers, embracing the medieval character of the castle in a way that felt completely natural. They walked down the aisle together, wrote their own vows and included a Celtic handfasting ceremony as a tribute to their life in Scotland.

Nothing seemed chosen because it was expected.

Everything seemed chosen because it meant something.

And that is probably why I loved photographing them so much.

I am not particularly interested in weddings where every detail has been polished until there is no space left for life. I prefer people who bring their own world with them. People who care about aesthetics but care even more about what lies underneath them. People who would rather be themselves than perform a version of themselves for photographs.

Maggie and Freddie gave me exactly that.

So I photographed the day as it unfolded: the conversations, the laughter, the strange little moments, the tenderness, the chaos and the people they had travelled so far to have around them.

I worked between digital and 35mm film, allowing the photographs to move naturally between different textures and ways of seeing. The ancient walls of Castello di Mugnana became part of the story, but never the subject. The real story was always the people inside them.

A wedding in Tuscany, but not a postcard of Tuscany.

A castle, but not a fairytale.

Vintage dresses, chainmail, flowers, old stones, good food, friends, family and a lot of personality.

Most importantly, two people who never seemed interested in following the rules just for the sake of following them.

And perhaps that is what I loved most.

They gave themselves permission to make the wedding their own.

I simply had the privilege of being there to document it.