When the groom's parents (here, his Japanese mother) lit the candles at the altar, this signaled the beginning of Vatel Manila's last wedding this marry month of January. Officially, too, the wedding season in the Philippines finally comes to a close as January slowly ends. Family reunions are wrapping up and everyone is going back to their hometowns either here or abroad. In lieu of the rainy months of June (which is the wedding month in the Western world), the tropics - and the Philippines in particular - take advantage of the holiday season to get wed in December with the expected spill-over in January.
The Solises broke tradition by employing a lone flower girl who, instead of showering the carpet with the de rigeaur rose petals (which the bride specifically instructed us to omit - that and Anthuria), made the pretty kid distribute white Lilies of the Nile (Agapanthus sp.) to the ladies standing along the aisle. The guests were obviously very touched with the gesture.
If the couple chosed to play some parts of the sountrack of the 1955 Italian film Il Postino for the early part of the entourage march, the bride herself came up the aisle in a more contemporary crash that I am pretty sure left the crowd totally bewildered. What an entrance indeed!
...one last kiss from the mother...
A sweet moment. My favorite shot of the couple. Where are the official photographers when they should be catching this? Hmmm...
This photo by Mike Santos.
Entourage flowers by Vatel Manila. Thank you to Nene Flowershop for the timely delivery of my orders. Thank you very much po, Ms. Anne and Sir Jade!
Si consideras largo y loco
el viento de banderas
que pasa por mi vida
y te decides
a dejarme a la orilla
del corazón en que tengo raíces,
que en esa día,
a esa hora
levantaré los brazos
y saldrán mis raíces
a buscar otra tierra.
si cada día,
sientes que a mí estás destinada
con dulzura implacable,
si cada día sube
una flor a tus labios a buscarme,
ay amor mío, ay mía,
en mí todo ese fuego se repite,
en mí nada se apaga ni se olvida,
mi amor se nutre de tu amor, amada,
y mientras vivas estará en tus brazos
sin salir de los míos.
- last two stanzas of Si Tu Me Olvidas (Pablo Neruda)