Last June I had the opportunity to accompany and second shoot for my dear friend Anni Graham for this magical elopement. If you don’t know her, you should. She is one of the grandest souls I have ever come across and am forever grateful I get to learn from her and know her.
We ate heaps of feta the size of a slice of pizza. Binged on kalamata olives and drank wine as if it were water.
On the morning of the wedding day we all put on our hiking shoes and hiked from Thira to Oia. Passing by donkeys, stopping at abandon churches and taking in the view from cliff edges. Oia is the famous village that you see in most photos. The streets where no cars could enter, were made of marble. Stacks of buildings and stairs encapsulated your journey. Ending ours at a tiny finishing village on the water, squid drying in the sun.
As a kid I remember walking by posters of Santorini in my local store and thinking “how can once place be so picture perfect?” And this place was even more grand than the pictures.
Showering off the sun soaked smell of skin, it was wedding time. Dancing around in the hotel room waiting to see her man, our bride slipped on her hiking shoes once again.
The bride in her gown and groom in suspenders and tie, we made our way to the cliffs edge to watch them exchange vows. The wind was the only thing to hear their promises to one another. And under golden light they were married at last. After many giggles and smiles we ventured further beneath the city.
We hiked our way down to a hidden church overlooking the Aegean Sea. As the sun sank into the water these two sank into their new reality of being man and wife.
And under Santorini sun, they became one.