destination wedding in liguria

Deanna & Jason – June 25th, 2025

Married like a rockstar at a destination wedding in Liguria

Some weddings have a sort of energy you can feel before you can name it.
If this one had keywords, they would read something like: cigarettes, spritz, rock’n’roll, crazy love, f*cking Italy, rockstar energy, technicolor dresses, and an electricity you couldn’t contain. Welcome to Italy, baby.

Jason and Deanna weren’t looking for something quiet. They wanted a celebration that could hold their fire: loud, magnetic, unapologetically in love. They found their perfect hideaway at Ganci Farm, a farmhouse located above Celle Ligure with the Gulf of Genova unfolding in front of it like a vintage movie set.

The day was hot – and so were the soon-to-be-weds (yes, this sentence appeared on their vows and we stand by it!). We began with Jason and his crew: black suits in the Italian sun, ties loosened just enough, elegance flirting with rebellion. The energy was already sky-high. Italian tailoring meets free spirit meets let’s-burn-the-night-down.

Meanwhile, Deanna started her morning in the best way possible: a champagne-fueled ladies-only pool party. White little pajamas, diva sunglasses, laughter splashing off the water. Just perfect.

They chose a private first look: intimate, electric, a little emotional, a little wild. Exactly them.

The ceremony was a stunning set of oversized flowers in rainbow hues: bold, joyful, alive. A blessing officiated by their best friends: romantic, irreverent, full of stories and inside jokes. It didn’t just reflect their vibe, it amplified it.

And then cocktail hour hit.

With The Ambassadors – a live roaming band blending recorded beats, drums, and a saxophone that sliced through the Ligurian air – the “aperitivo” became a full-blown dance floor in minutes. No one needed a come-in call: it was already happening.

Dinner didn’t slow things down. The band walked around the imperial table, singing, drumming, pulling guests to their feet. Plates of Ligurian food, glasses constantly refilled, speeches that swung between tears and laughter. It was decadent, chaotic, perfect.

Then came the champagne tower; then the little white dress. Then the dancefloor – dancing the night away.