Fabiano and Oliver | Palazzo Avino

Fabiano and Oliver pose elegantly at their intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino.
Two grooms in tuxedos stand opposite each other in arched doorways, showcasing an intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino.
Fabiano and Oliver share an intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino in elegant black tuxedos.

Fabiano and Oliver came from Vancouver to get married at Palazzo Avino with a handful of friends, a solo violinist, and a day that moved from the Pink Palace through the streets of Ravello to a second palazzo and back.

There is an oval mirror in one of the suites at Palazzo Avino, gold-framed, 18th century, hanging on a white wall between a marble column and a classical painting. I have walked past it dozens of times. On the morning of Fabiano and Oliver’s wedding, I saw what it could do.

Oliver was standing in front of the mirror adjusting his bow tie. Behind him, reflected in the glass, Fabiano was putting on his jacket across the room. One groom in focus, one in reflection. Two men in the same frame without staging them together. The mirror did what a second camera would have done, but with the warmth of old gold and the slight distortion of antique glass adding texture that no digital trick can replicate. I took the shot and moved on. It took three seconds. It is one of my favorite images from that year, and as it turned out, it was only the first of several times that day when glass, rather than me, did the framing.

A Shared Morning at Palazzo Avino

Fabiano and Oliver broke the tradition of separate getting-ready sessions. They wanted to prepare together, in the same suite, turning the morning into a shared experience rather than two parallel ones. This changes the photography. When the couple is in the same room, I do not have to split my time between two locations. I can stay, watch, and wait for the interactions: one person straightening the other’s collar, a shared glance in the mirror, a quiet toast before anyone else arrives, a small gold bird-shaped brooch pinned to a lapel by hands that were slightly unsteady for reasons that had nothing to do with the pin.

The suite at Palazzo Avino has white walls, a marble fireplace, and tall Moorish windows that face the sea, aquamarine drapery framing the view, an antique green-and-gilt settee tucked against one wall like something borrowed from a Venetian palazzo. The morning light comes through the glass and bounces off the white surfaces, creating a soft, even illumination that wraps around faces from every angle. Down the hall, two narrow ogival windows sit side by side, each opening onto its own private glass-railed balcony, and at one point Fabiano and Oliver leaned over their respective railings in identical postures, one frame split cleanly into two matching halves by the wall between them. I did not direct that. I noticed it happening and stepped back far enough to fit both windows in a single shot.

Later in the morning, away from the suite, I caught a quieter version of the same theme: Oliver, tuxedo jacket still off, holding open a heavy curtain and looking out through a glass door at Fabiano standing on the far side of it, already dressed, in black and white because the color added nothing that moment needed. Most couples who skip the traditional first look lose that particular kind of charge, the one that comes from seeing someone for the first time in their wedding clothes. Fabiano and Oliver found their own version of it anyway, through glass, without either of them apparently planning to.

After they were dressed, I brought them to the balcony. The pink wall of the palazzo on the left, the coast dropping away to the right, and between them two men in matching tuxedos looking out at the same view from the same angle. I shot from the side, using the vertical line of the building as a compositional divider: architecture on one half, landscape on the other, the couple standing exactly at the point where the two halves meet. On the way there we passed the hotel’s small bar, gold leaf on white paneling, a wall of bottles catching the light, an antique mirror behind the counter doubling the room. We stopped for two minutes so they could each hold a glass of prosecco at the bar like they owned the place, which, for that morning at least, they did.

The Vimini Terrace

The ceremony was on the Vimini Terrace, a smaller terrace at Palazzo Avino that looks out over both the green flank of the mountains and the open water of the Gulf of Salerno at once, framed by a stone balustrade lined with classical finials. A solo violinist. A best friend as celebrant, in an emerald green dress and statement earrings that had nothing to do with officiant tradition and everything to do with the fact that she was a guest first and a celebrant second. A handful of friends standing in a loose semicircle. The setup was minimal: no arch, no heavy florals, no production. The view and the music were the decoration.

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Two grooms' hands arrange lemons at an intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino.
Two grooms in tuxedos gaze out at the view during their intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino.
Groom sips coffee during intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino, wearing a ring and watch.

AIRY AND MODERN

The Best Friend as Celebrant

What I remember most is the celebrant. When your best friend officiates, the tone shifts. The words are not scripted by a professional. They are specific: inside jokes, shared memories, things that only the three of them understand. Fabiano read his vows from a small handwritten notebook, the pages slightly worn at the corners from being read over and over in a hotel room the night before, and I got close enough with a macro lens to catch the actual handwriting without ever needing to know what it said. The guests were crying and laughing in the same sentence. I was moving around the outside of the group, shooting through the gaps between the guests, catching the celebrant’s face as she delivered a line that made Fabiano drop his head laughing while Oliver tried to keep it together. These candid frames, shot between the bodies of the guests, carry more emotion than any formal ceremony portrait because the viewer feels like they are standing in the group, not watching from outside.

After the vows, the toast happened right there on the terrace. The golden afternoon light had started to soften, hitting the coast at a low angle that warmed the stone and the skin. I shot the clinking glasses with the sea behind them, pulling focus tight on the hands and the champagne flutes while the coastline dissolved into a warm blur, two wedding bands catching the light at exactly the same angle.

Grooms Fabiano and Oliver share champagne at their intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino.
Fabiano and Oliver share a moment during their intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino.
Fabiano and Oliver celebrate their intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino with a toast by the bar.
Two grooms celebrate their intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino with champagne at a bar.

TIMELESS PICTURES

Groom in tuxedo poses before his intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino.
Groom in tuxedo preparing for his intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino, looking thoughtfully away.
Fabiano and Oliver share a moment at their intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino, toasting with champagne at a luxurious bar.
Two grooms in elegant black suits share a moment during their intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino.

PALAZZO AVINO

Through the Streets to Palazzo Confalone

After the ceremony, we walked. Ravello is small enough that everything connects on foot, and the streets between Palazzo Avino and the main piazza are narrow, quiet, and lined with the kind of walls and archways that create a different photo every ten meters.

We passed through the courtyard of the Town Hall, its “Municipio” lettering carved plainly above the entrance, a rose-covered iron trellis marking the way in, the scent of the Mediterranean garden inside doing more work than any florist could. Further along, we stopped in front of the town’s small Officina Profumo-Farmaceutica di Santa Maria Novella boutique, its doorway wrapped that week in an arch of dried flowers in rust, teal, and dusty pink, the “Firenze 1221” lettering glowing gold behind the glass.

Fabiano and Oliver stood under it without a hint of self-consciousness, foreheads nearly touching, and it is one of the only images in the gallery where the background is doing almost as much storytelling as the couple. We stopped at Luigi’s Bar, which is where the locals go and where the energy of the town concentrates into a single terrace. Further on, the two of them paused hand in hand with their backs to me, looking up at a Romanesque bell tower, twin arched windows in weathered stone rising above the rooftops, neither of them saying anything for a moment.

Fabiano and Oliver walked through the narrow streets and the reaction from the people they passed was the same every time: applause, “Auguri!”, phone cameras out, strangers smiling. Ravello does this. It is a luxury town that has never stopped being a village, and two grooms in tuxedos walking through the cobblestone streets get the full treatment.

Portraits at Palazzo Confalone

The walk ended at Palazzo Confalone, where the staff gave us access to the panoramic terrace. The view from Confalone is different from Avino: it looks further east along the coast toward Minori and the open sea. The 18th-century rose garden and the ancient columns provided a backdrop that has a different texture from the Avino terraces. I wanted these images specifically because they give the gallery a second architectural voice. Avino is pink and Moorish. Confalone is stone and medieval. The couple, in the same tuxedos, looked different in each setting, which is the whole point of moving between locations during a portrait session.

Fabiano and Oliver hold hands at their intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino, with a violinist playing in the foreground.
Two champagne flutes and roses set the scene for an intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino.
Fabiano and Oliver toast on their intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino overlooking the sea.
Fabiano and Oliver embrace on the balcony during their intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino with a scenic ocean view.
Fabiano and Oliver share a tender moment at their intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino.

Dinner on the Terrace

They came back to Palazzo Avino for the meal, a single long table set with white linen behind a wrought-iron railing, the coastline stretching out hazy below, the flowers arranged in low terracotta vessels rather than tall vases so nothing blocked the view across the table: peonies, sweet peas in three shades of pink, a few stems of deep purple clematis threaded through for contrast. The group was small enough that conversation flowed down the table without anyone raising their voice. I shot the meal with fast lenses wide open, faces sharp and the background falling into soft, warm blur, the sea a pale band of light behind everyone’s shoulders.

Somewhere between the second course and dessert, one of the friends stood up uninvited and gave a short, unpolished toast that clearly hadn’t been planned, the kind that gets a bigger laugh precisely because nobody rehearsed it. Fabiano leaned over to Oliver at one point during dessert and said something that made him laugh so hard he put his forehead on the table. I caught it.

The image is slightly blurred because the shutter was slow, and it is the one they chose to print for their apartment back home. Not the terrace panorama, not the ceremony, not the mirror shot. The blurred laugh. Sometimes the technically imperfect frame is the one that carries the most truth, and by the end of that day I had counted at least four separate moments where glass, mirrors, or a pane of window had done part of my job for me. I don’t think that was an accident. Some weddings just hand you a visual language if you’re paying attention early enough to notice it.

What Makes Palazzo Avino Work for Intimate Weddings

Palazzo Avino is built for small numbers. The Vimini Terrace, where Fabiano and Oliver had their ceremony, holds about 30 guests before it starts to feel crowded. For a wedding under 20 people, the terrace feels private without feeling empty, because the railing and the view create a natural boundary that fills the space the way a flower arch or backdrop would at a larger venue. You do not need production when the Gulf of Salerno is sitting right behind the celebrant, which is exactly the appeal our Ravello elopement guide walks through in more detail for couples weighing a smaller day like this one.

Ceremony Terrace Options. The hotel has a second ceremony option on the larger Belvedere Terrace, which handles groups up to about 80. But for intimate weddings, I always recommend the Vimini. The smaller footprint means I can cover the ceremony from three or four positions without ever being more than a few meters from the couple. At larger terraces, I need to switch between a wide lens and a telephoto to capture both the wide scene and the close emotions. On the Vimini, an 85mm does everything. Every face in the group is close enough to read, every tear is visible, and I can move around the semicircle of guests without blocking anyone’s view because the space is tight enough that I can step behind a shoulder and still be within range.

Dinner for small groups usually happens at Rossellini’s, the hotel’s Michelin-starred restaurant. The private dining room seats about 12 at a single table. For groups between 12 and 20, they set up on the terrace with a dedicated section. Fabiano and Oliver had their dinner on the terrace, which at that size felt like a private restaurant rather than a hotel dining space. The food is refined Campanian cuisine with a tasting-menu approach, and the wine list goes deep into regional labels that most international guests have never encountered. The cost for an intimate wedding at Palazzo Avino, including the ceremony space, a dinner for 15 to 20 guests, and the suite, typically runs between 15,000 and 25,000 euros depending on the menu and the flowers. That is before photography. It is a significant number, but for what you get, the quality of the food alone justifies half of it.

Photographing Same-Sex Couples

People ask me whether photographing a same-sex wedding is different. The honest answer is that the technical approach changes, and the emotional approach does not. Two grooms in matching suits create a visual symmetry that I do not get with a bride and groom. The contrast between a white gown and a dark suit is gone, which means I have to find contrast elsewhere: in gesture, in the background, in the direction each person is facing. With Fabiano and Oliver, the mirror shot worked because it broke the symmetry. One groom in focus, one in reflection. Different planes, different textures, but the same moment.

The other difference is logistical. When a couple gets ready together, as Fabiano and Oliver did, the morning schedule compresses. There is no back-and-forth between two rooms. I arrive once, stay in one place, and the morning unfolds in front of me. This gives me more time for detail shots, for the quiet moments before anyone else arrives, for the first look that happens not as a staged reveal but as a natural part of two people putting on their suits in the same room and turning to face each other when they are done.

That compressed schedule is also, in a strange way, where a lot of the day’s best material comes from. With a bride and groom in separate suites, I spend the first two hours splitting my attention and my crew, sending a second shooter to cover whichever room I am not in. With Fabiano and Oliver, everything happened in front of one camera, which meant I saw the bar visit, the twin balcony moment, and the curtain-and-glass-door reveal all unfold in sequence rather than piecing them together afterward from two different memory cards. I would not tell a couple to change their traditions just to make my job easier, but I will say that getting ready together removes a kind of narrative fragmentation that most wedding galleries never quite solve.

Italy legalized same-sex civil unions in 2016, though the ceremonies I photograph in Ravello are almost always symbolic rather than legally binding on Italian soil, with couples handling the legal paperwork back home either before or after the trip. A symbolic ceremony in Ravello, like the one Fabiano and Oliver had, carries the same emotional weight and visual beauty as any other wedding ceremony I photograph. The local vendors, the hotels, the florists, and the musicians I work with treat every couple the same way. I have never had a situation on the Amalfi Coast where a same-sex couple felt anything other than welcomed. Ravello is a town that has hosted artists, writers, and nonconformists for over a century, a history our wedding in Ravello guide touches on beyond just the venues. It knows how to make people feel at home.

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