Hi guys! It’s been a long time! I kinda ghosted from the blog in the last months because this has probably been one of the busiest seasons of all the time, with a lot of working&traveling&editing.
I was also putting a lot of work into the new website – www.martinazancan.com – that I’ve been building in the last months. What was born as the house for the client’s galleries grew into a whole new space for my presence online. And I love it.
Long story short, I’m going to keep both websites for the moment, but you’ll more likely find all the news on www.martinazancan.com. I hope to see you guys there!
Copenhagen, Denmark. The wind was blowing, a delicate rain was hitting my face, some seagulls were fighting for bread, the weather was dark and moody.
I remember that day and I think about wishes. The power they get when you write them down, you treat them as something real, you set them as goals.
“As a child in Japan, I used to go to a temple, write out a wish on a piece of thin paper and tie it around the branch of a tree. Trees in temple courtyards were always filled with people’s wish knots, which looked like white flowers blossoming from afar”. Wish tree, Yoko Ono.
Whenever I travel to a place for a destination wedding, I’m always surprised by the people I meet and the wonderful experiences I live.
This time, I left for a family session in Denmark and I ended up shooting the sweetest couple. After the photo shoot with Nicolas, I ate lunch with Madison, we had a lovely walk in the freezing hair of Copenhagen, we wrote our wishes and hung them at Yoko Ono tree.
Madison and I talked about long distance relashionships. She told me how her long distance relashionship grew and took her far from home, while facing fear, challenges, and love.
If we are lucky and brave enough, wishes are the starting point of most of our actions, decisions, and success. That’s what happened to Madison, and that’s why I’m so glad I got to know her and spend such a lovely day together. Here you can find some memories of her love story with Nicolas in Copenhagen.
“Destination wedding photographer Morocco.” While flying to Marrakech after sleeping for just one hour, with a horrible cold and an ear closed, I kept thinking: how would it be like? I imagined the colors, the sound of the city, the muezzin singing, the desert. In my imagination, it was all very colorful and noisy, alive and full of people.
It actually was. I shot at the Medina, at Jardin Majorelle, on some of the amazing terraces of Marrakech, at the most beautiful riads. Everything was as I expected, and beyond my best expectations.
But then, we found a green desert and a stormy weather, a strange Berber policemen riding a motorcycle, and I captured Morocco as I would have never imagined.
Being a wedding photographer while traveling the world gives me the chance of feeling constantly surprised and overwhelmed by unexpected beauty. This way I could run around the desert with my ear closed, a horrible sore throat and the wind blowing and feel the happiest person ever.
While I was studying, I haven’t been able to fly for almost ten years.I felt panic, fear, it was a phobia. I couldn’t even get close to a plane.
I guess that, as a control freak, I considered the idea of trusting a stranger while flying at thousand of feet quite bothering and stressful.
And then, all of a sudden, I remember the clouds, the overwhelming beauty of random geometries, the seductive perfect balance of natural color palettes and the sky over New York, so moving.
Even before becoming a photographer, beauty has always been a consolation, a source of inspiration and calm, the origin of that crazy sublime feeling of being brimming with joy and emotions.
This year I’ve been constantly walking with beauty, but during Erin and Baptiste’s wedding in Provence it was such a strong presence, I almost felt it was cheerfully struggling to exceed itself in each moment.
Sun, nature and peace. The first time Luca told me about Gozo I didn’t imagine how amazing this place could be. Together with his beautiful wife Gill, he had just decided to get a house there. What a brave decision, I thought. It’s like living in the middle of nowhere. Then, last summer, they asked me to fly to Malta to shoot a reportage of the whole family on holidays, and I fell in love with this warm, peaceful and wild little island.