A summer wedding for an Anglo-Lebanese couple, hosted across two estates over forty-eight hours. The brief: feel like a private house party, not a wedding venue. Honour both cultures without resorting to obvious symbolism. Make 220 guests feel like 40.
We designed three discrete moments — Friday's welcome supper in the orchard, Saturday's ceremony under a cedar with a string quartet, and Sunday's late breakfast in the walled garden — each with its own producer, its own catering language, and its own visual identity. Crew briefing ran to forty-six pages. Two of those pages were instructions for Wesley, the family pony, who walked the rings down the aisle.
"Eighteen months later we still hear from guests about the welcome supper. Not the food — the feeling. That's the Havana sleight of hand: you remember the room, not the production."