A simple registration at the town hall — clean lines, neutral walls, a short ceremony that felt almost understated. Signatures, a few exchanged words, a pause. Nothing ceremonial in the traditional sense, yet everything essential was there. This was the official beginning.
Afterwards, they left the city behind and drove toward the salt lake near Larnaca. The shift was immediate. From structure to openness. From formality to air, space, and quiet.
The lake was calm and pale, stretching wide under a soft sky. No crowds. No noise. Just the landscape and the two of them, now married, walking side by side. Their clothes were simple, movements unguarded. Without instructions, without posing, they stayed close — sometimes talking, sometimes silent, letting the place set the pace.
What followed wasn’t a photoshoot in the traditional sense. It was a continuation of the day. A gentle extension of the ceremony, but without words this time. Hands brushing. Footsteps slowing. The kind of moments that don’t announce themselves.
I photographed this elopement with restraint, allowing the contrast between the structured beginning and the open ending to remain intact. The images hold both parts of the story — the quiet formality of the town hall and the freedom that followed.
Not every wedding needs an audience. Some only need space.
