A garden held in a bowl of hills, planted three generations ago and never formally arranged. We set the ceremony where the light collapsed at four, then let the guests find their own seats
The floral work used only what grew within a kilometre. There was no aisle runner, no signage, no programme — the couple believed a room should explain itself.
“Everything else was subtraction — what remains is the hours between.”
Note Son Atelier
Index of frames
A01Arrival, No Music
A02The Vow in Vietnamese
A03Grandmother's Hands
A04Four O'Clock Light
A05Bread and Salt
B01Under the Frangipani
B02A Borrowed Ring
B03Dancing Without a Floor
B04The Quiet Half Hour
B05Refuge
B06Goodnight, Slowly
