A dinner with friends

Sunlight enters the huge glass wall of a small café in Corso Garibaldi, Milan.

Computer screens create trapezoidal shadows on small tables.

I hear the coffee machine puffing over the music on my headphones.

To write my posts I take refuge in crowded coworking cafes in Milan.

They are a something between bookstores, cafes, social clubs.

You can find rooms where vinyl plays, walls signed by passing influencers, sometimes small live concerts.

A bike hanging over me, a 50’s Coca Cola fridge full of books, I almost smell the freshly printed paper.

And it is here that I remember receiving Davide’s first email for his marriage with Alessandro.

After a few messages we agree to get to know each other and invited me to dinner, a rare warm touch that immediately makes me think that they are special people.

Arriving on time, their home has a minimal, elegant style.

White walls, essential furniture, very welcoming.

Music slips slowly. The table is wrapped in the warm light of the chandelier, the open kitchen makes me think of funny dinners with friends.

Davide is smiling, after a while we already talk about cooking and immediately become friends.

Alessandro comes from a trip, he is shy, kind and doesn’t lose sight of Davide while he takes care of all of us.

The food is delicious, the wine “loves us”.

This evening makes me understand how much they want to surround themselves with people with whom they feel comfortable.

I spent an evening with friends.

The wedding day is exactly how I expected.

Many friends and a new adventure that will unite them even more.

Today there are the right people, the people with whom they want to create a new memory.

While I photograph them, I imagine them all at dinner with Davide and Alessandro after returning from their honeymoon.

I guess the warm light, the music (Fade in you, The Avener)

Davide makes a joke from the kitchen while he prepares the pizza.

Maria Luisa laughs and fills the house with her joy.

Laura is sitting by the large window and raises her glass for a toast.

Alessandro imitates her by looking at Davide.

Everyone around the table laughs and remembers this day.

I save these memories, how much responsibility for one who writes post in a bar.

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