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A & P13 February 2027

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Our story

Forty minutes in the wrong queue at the same registrar, and neither of us moved to the right one.

This is the version we tell at dinner — the boring parts removed, the stairwell left in. Five chapters, one brownout, one phone torch.

Our story

Andrea and Paolo walking away down a stone cloister at San Agustin, seen from behind, she in an ivory gown with the train on the flagstones, he in a piña barong.

The two of them

Nine years to get
to this arcade

Photographed the week they finally set a date, in the cloister they will walk out through.

San Agustin, the east cloister

Chapter six

The thirteenth of February

Which is not written yet. Everything below this line has already happened.

Chapter six

The thirteenth of February

Written now. The day itself, from the morning to the long goodbye, in three parts.

0Days married

0Years

Along the way

Andrea photographed from behind in her gown, veil falling the length of the floor.
A veil held up to the light, backlit, edges glowing.
The stone side aisle of the parish, columns on one side and empty pews on the other.
Close detail of embroidered piña fabric on a barong.
Candles and strands of sampaguita arranged on a stone ledge.
A long reception table set for dinner in warm evening light.

Photographed in Intramuros and at the fitting, six weeks before the wedding. Choose any frame to open it full size.

Intramuros from the walls at blue hour, the parish dome and belfry lit among tiled roofs and street lamps.

Nine years on

Which brings us
to February

The rest of it is one Saturday long, and you are all in it.

Intramuros, from the walls

Intramuros from the walls at blue hour, the parish dome and belfry lit among tiled roofs and street lamps.

Nine years on

Which brought us
to February

One Saturday long, and you were all in it. Everything you posted that day is kept with the rest.

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Intramuros, from the walls