Courtney & Emiel, Belgium
Sometimes one bouquet is the whole story.
Not every wedding needs a full room of flowers. Sometimes it's one bouquet, made to carry everything that matters.
Courtney wanted her favorite flowers in her hands on the day, nothing borrowed from a trend or a moodboard. We talked about what those flowers meant to her before we talked about how they'd look.
Sometimes one bouquet is the whole story.
“Manu made the whole experience so personal and thoughtfully incorporated our favorite flowers, creating a bouquet that felt so meaningful and tied everything together beautifully.”
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Kelly & Stephan, Slot Moermond, Renesse
A bouquet full of the flower she grew up with, an ocean away.
Dahlias were Kelly's flower before anything else was. She grew up in the States, in a garden where they came back every autumn, and she knew the colors before she knew their name.
When She and Stephan started planning their wedding at Slot Moermond, that was the only place to start after a couple other visits of venues.
We talked about the light in October. Low, gold, already leaning toward evening. The dahlias decided the rest.
The bouquet held them at their fullest. Burnt orange, wine red, soft yellow. The same colors from that garden, years and an ocean away.
The ceremony aisle and the tables held the rest, quieter, so the room could do what a castle in autumn already knows how to do.
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Lisette & Ruben, Orangerie Mattemburg, Hoogerheide
The one thing every ceremony happens under.
Sometimes the whole ceremony comes down to one structure. The moment two people are married usually happens under something. I wanted that something to matter.
The arch had to hold its own line first, an asymmetric frame built from wood, taller on one side than the other. I let the greenery follow that shape rather than soften it, eucalyptus tracing the angles, white roses and blush gerberas gathered where the wood bent. Behind it, the orangerie's glass wall opened straight onto the garden, so the flowers on the arch and the trees outside were almost having the same conversation.
Everything else that day happened around it. This is where it started.
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