Wedding stories – Lyon, Paris, Ho Chi Minh City… and wherever the heart goes
Weddings aren’t static. They’re not made of clichés.
They’re not boxes to tick or moments to line up neatly on a shelf.
They’re alive. Wild. Messy, sometimes. Burning, often.
They’re like a road trip with no fixed map — a story made of stolen moments, sideways glances, spilled drinks and nights that never end.
I’m based between Lyon, Paris and Bangkok — but more than that, I go where emotions overflow.
Where love is real, raw, unfiltered.
Where bodies pull closer, where laughter breaks loose, where the unexpected becomes the best part.
These are wedding stories — part road trip, part film, all feeling
This is my Wedding Journal.
Fragments of real stories.
Images that breathe, that hit, that tell it like it happened — sometimes in the golden light of Bangkok, other times in the backstreets of Paris, or lost somewhere high in the French mountains.
The place? Doesn’t matter.
What matters is the intensity.
That moment everything shifts.
A glance that lingers.
A kiss that burns.
The chaos of a party going off the rails.
A wedding photographer for those who want something real
I live for those moments.
The hidden embraces, the unspoken tension, the wild joy that explodes when no one’s watching.
Because no two weddings are the same.
Because every story deserves its own rhythm.
📍 The links below lead to full wedding stories — written in French, for now.
But translation’s the easy part. What really matters? You’ll feel it in the images.
This is where we live, where we love, and where the story begins.
This is where we live, where we love, and where the story begins.
And if something in you is already saying yes — reach out and let’s talk.
