A sunny mid-March weekend had me flying from Copenhagen to Lisbon to Faro and back in little over 40 hours. The effort was worthwhile because I was going for the wedding of one of the dearest persons in the world to me – my little sister.
It was a true designer’s wedding: simple & sleek, with a touch of fun and a tad of emotion. But it took a whole lot of jet fuel to make it happen: people from all over Europe travelled to the tip of the continent to attend. It has to mean something that a couple can have such magnetism over so many square mileage.
Proud moms and pops were too busy going around to be caught on ink. There was just too much going on. Of course, it always felt there was more to be done in the few hours there than to sketch, although the temptation to record the fleeting celebration was always hovering around me.
Wouldn’t have missed it for the world, sis!