He didn’t want
his picture taken

Villa Pozzolo is a working estate in the hills above Montaione, with its own chapel two hundred metres from the front door and its own kitchen behind it. What is unusual is the rest: the hair and make-up, the trio that played through dinner, the painter making watercolours during the aperitif, the games on the lawn — all of it came from the villa.

That changes a day more than it sounds like it should. Nobody drives anywhere. There is no hour to be managed between the ceremony and the aperitif, because the aperitif is fifty steps from the chapel. The whole thing happens inside one field, which is why the photographs of it are so unhurried.