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YsabelMarco

Our story

A print studio, two years of Saturdays, one card set by hand, and the room they chose. Four chapters, then the pictures.

The pictures

One afternoon, one evening

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Ysabel walking down the aisle of the press hall on her father’s arm, seen from far behind. — Pl. 1 The aisle of the press hall, on her father’s arm.

Their joined hands at the ceremony, an ivory sleeve and a black cuff, two plain gold bands. — Pl. 2 Joined hands, two plain gold bands.

The order of service, a small booklet bound with red thread, on an empty folding chair. — Pl. 3 The order of service, bound with red thread.

Pl. 4 Marco beside an old letterpress.

One long white table along the roof parapet at dusk, the river behind it. — Pl. 5 The long table on the roof, at dusk.

Ysabel alone at the roof parapet in the blue evening light, looking out over the old city. — Pl. 6 Ysabel at the parapet, the old city beyond.

Guests raising their glasses along the dinner table, candlelight on white linen. — Pl. 7 Glasses raised along the dinner table.

The first dance in the dark press hall, the couple small in one pool of light. — Pl. 8 The first dance, in one pool of light.