EMILY MONTAY

Sun, Style, and Saxaphones - Emily and Dom's Destination Wedding in Menorca
EMILY MONTAY PHOTOGRAPHY
October 5th, 2025

Set against the sun-drenched landscape of Menorca, this wedding was a masterclass in understated elegance and effortless style. The bride, who works in fashion, brought a sharp eye to every detail — from the natural-toned palette to the sculptural florals — creating a day that felt deeply personal, yet editorial in its aesthetic.
Held at Sant Joan de Binissaida, a boutique hotel surrounded by olive trees and lavander fields, the setting felt both grounded and elevated — the kind of venue that lets the landscape speak without overpowering it. The color story echoed the island’s soft palette: sage greens, sun-bleached stone, and off-whites, woven through the florals, table settings, and even the stationery. The floral design was particularly considered, featuring local blooms, wild textures, and small bunches of grapes — a nod to Menorca’s natural abundance. Emily wore Vivienne Westwood, a choice that felt bold, sculptural, and timeless all at once..
Rather than formal, posed portraits, the couple wanted something with more movement and life. The brief for family and bridal party photos was simple: absolutely no ‘standing in a line’ photos. We leaned into the surroundings, using different levels and natural textures — stone steps, low walls, uneven ground — to create compositions that felt relaxed but still refined. The couple's session took us into a quiet olive grove, where the light filtered gently through the trees. Later, as the sun began to set, we stole a few more frames during golden hour — a short, spontaneous walk that gave us some of the most cinematic images of the day.
And then, the party. As night fell, the energy shifted. Two of their friends DJ’d, and their best man surprised everyone by jumping in on sax — turning the reception into something between a house party and an Ibiza rave. It was loud, joyful, a little wild — and exactly the right kind of ending.
This wedding was the kind that lingers — not just for how it looked, but for how intentionally it was felt.
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