Adrià & Thibaut — A Costa Brava Gay Wedding
Preparation in Palau-solità i Plegamans
Adrià was getting ready at his parents’ home in Palau-solità i Plegamans. I arrived around 3pm. It was a Costa Brava gay wedding, set between family homes and the Mediterranean coastline.
On the drive there, a heavy thunderstorm broke out — the kind that makes you grip the steering wheel a little tighter. However, by the time we reached Jardín Botánico Marimurtra, the sky had cleared completely.
I had met Adrià and Thibaut a month before the wedding in the Horta garden in Barcelona. We clicked immediately. That matters. I never manage or direct people — that’s the point of working in a documentary way — but when there is alignment beforehand, there is an added level of trust before even arriving at the venue. Sometimes that happens in person, and sometimes even through a Zoom call. In those moments, you understand what is required of you and how to go about it.
The Ceremony at Jardín Botánico Marimurtra
The ceremony area closed exclusively at 3:30pm. Guests arrived by car from 5pm. As they gathered, the entrances unfolded in sequence down the long staircase toward the Templet: bridesmaids, Thibaut with his parents, more bridesmaids, then Adrià with his parents.
The staircase down to the Templet is long and direct. Cypress trees on both sides. From the top, the sea and the rocks are visible beyond the ceremony space. When people begin the descent, the place does most of the work.
I have photographed other weddings at Jardín Botánico Marimurtra, and each time the staircase and coastline shift slightly depending on the light. Therefore, I know how differently the space reacts depending on the day.
Thirty-eight guests. Meanwhile, coordination on the day was handled by Silvia and Patricia, the in-house wedding coordinators at Jardín Botánico Marimurtra, who manage the flow between ceremony, aperitif and dinner seamlessly within the garden’s structure.
Friendship
This photograph stayed with me. Adrià and one of his bridesmaids sharing the same chair during dinner. Not family. Not a partner. Just friendship. You have to be very at ease with someone to sit that close without thinking about it. When a photograph becomes a metaphor for their friendship, a witness. I know this image will be priceless to them in twenty or thirty years.
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