the welcome dinner

Provence welcomed Liisa & Henrik with the soft hush of cypress and candlelight. In Lourmarin, a five-star hush fell over the rehearsal dinner as silver clinked softly and laughter drifted into the olive trees—Liisa in a Talbot Runhof jumpsuit, Chanel vanity and Manolos; Henrik immaculate in Lardini with Bottega loafers. Guests were ushered like treasured friends.

the wedding day

At Château de Sannes, vows unfolded where vines meet limestone—the air scented with white garden roses and olive. Liisa’s Vera Wang and Pronovias lace veil caught the Provençal light; her Louboutins whispered across the aisle, Karine Parras jewels aglow. Henrik in a Tom Ford tux and Ferragamo, timeless and effortless. The palette stayed quietly opulent: white-and-green florals, tables strewn with clusters of green and red grapes, crystal that sang when Champagne met its rim. Service glided—fans at dusk, shawls at nightfall, a quartet that knew exactly when to lift the room.

When the courtyard turned to stars, the fête shifted: Liisa changed into Marianna Senchina with gloves and Magda Butrym heels; the dance floor became its own constellation.

the brunch

Morning arrived to the most stylish brunch and pool party. She wore Brand No.8 (corset and lace pants), a precise hat and choker, Hermès Oasis, Chanel vanity, Prada shades. He matched the mood in an Etro shirt, Lardini jacket, Frescobol Carioca linen and Gianvito Rossi. Every element—soundtrack, sun loungers, signature spritz—curated to feel effortless, considered, and entirely them.

Three days. One love story. Provence, perfectly orchestrated.