This was our first wedding outside of Europe. And yes: if it had to be anyone’s, it had to be Eve’s.
Eve
&
Pablo
Eve is my friend, my business partner, and also the sister of one of Borja’s best friends — so there was basically zero chance of experiencing this one “from the outside.”
We arrived a day before most guests to do a super quick pre-wedding session at sunset. Strong wind, gorgeous light, and Eve’s hair working in our favor like it had its own agent. The photos came out magazine-level. Honestly, we have so many insane images from that session alone that we could fill our entire feed with it.
That said: we almost didn’t make it to the spot we had planned because Google Maps decided the “ideal route” involved crossing a river. In the middle of nowhere. A great plan if you’re trying to shoot a survival movie. But we found the right way in time and arrived exactly when the light hit its peak — totally worth the mini heart attack.
Also, Eve had decided this months in advance: she didn’t want us working the entire weekend. She wanted us to actually live it as friends too. So she booked an amazing team of photographers and videographers from Argentina to cover the pre-wedding party and everything from after the ceremony onwards. And we even helped her find them so the style would stay consistent across the coverage.
Perfect plan.
And now, the wedding. 200 guests from Spain and Argentina, a three-hour bus ride through a landscape that looked like another planet. The pre-party was at a golf club that felt like Coachella, Cafayate edition. Perfect microclimate, perfect temperature… and I won’t even start on the barbecue because we’d be here all day.
But the most incredible part was the energy. Even at the pre-party, Eve and Pablo barely touched the ground: being lifted up, on shoulders, nonstop dancing, shouting, hugging. I truly don’t know how they looked that fresh the next day — with that kind of pace, I wouldn’t even be able to sign a paper, let alone get married.
On the wedding day, we stayed fully on it (working, obviously, but having the best time). Eve organized a beauty day with massages for her closest friends. And Pablo got taken by his friends for a morning at the pool in a house just for them. They had the best time. Then came Eve’s first look with her closest people, and I was there trying to be both professional and human at the same time.
A full-on moment — the kind that stays with you.
The ceremony took place among the vineyards. And when Eve walked in, I was almost as nervous as she was. This moment is always my kryptonite when I’m a friend or family of the bride: I have to concentrate 100% because my hands shake and I feel like I’m about to cry. Cheesy? Fine. Deal with it.
And we were front row — which is the best… and also the most critical moment: we were a team of six across photo and video, and no one wanted to miss a second of the ceremony… but we also didn’t want to end up in each other’s shots (or draw attention). Maximum respect between everyone, tight coordination, and it all went perfectly.
Cocktail hour, a quick moment to drop our backpacks in Eve & Pablo’s room and… time to ENJOY. No exaggeration: Argentine weddings (or at least this one) are a whole different level. They do not stop dancing. Borja and I made it until 5 a.m. because we’re not 17 anymore, but the couple went ALL IN until around 7, I think.
ABSOLUTE MADNESS.
And the next day was almost my favorite: a pool day goodbye with inflatables, BBQ, and of course, football. Borja and I couldn’t help ourselves — we photographed that day too, because it was just too fun… and thank goodness we did, because there were a few super emotional “closing” moments, and I’m so happy I was there with a camera for them.
So, do I regret working at my friend’s wedding? Hahahaha NO. If anything, I regret not taking even more photos (and that’s saying something, because the two of us delivered two thousand and something final images). I enjoyed it so much. Being there from the front row, creating their memories, calming her down when she needed it, observing and documenting without getting in the way — and then celebrating with them…
We'd do it a 1,000,000 times again.