Julianna and Eric walking the tennis court at Château Robernier, in black and white

“I took a peak and omg the welcome party?? A dream!! gosh we miss you both so so much. can’t wait to look at the full album.”

Château Robernier, Cotignac, Provence

Château Robernier wedding, Provence

The couple lying in a vintage car with the bridal bouquet

Julianna & Eric crossed the Atlantic from San Diego to Cotignac, where Château de Robernier rose like a dream in the Provençal sun. For the welcome dinner in the village, Julianna set the tone in Danielle Frankel, modern lines and effortless romance, while Eric kept it sharp in Spier & Mackay.

The couple kissing over a table of martinis

Julianna in a château salon before the ceremony

Guests under white parasols at the welcome lunch

Long tables dressed with red and white flowers in the garden

Bridesmaids on the marble floor of the château salon

Julianna and Eric on the tennis court at Château Robernier

“OMG, they are everything and more... The car, the tennis court, the martinis ugh! Eric and I can’t stop looking at them all!!”

Julianna & Eric

Julianna wore the Rue de Seine’s “Valentine,” Ferragamo slingbacks and heirloom pearls. eric answered with State and Liberty, Hermès cufflinks and a Marchlab watch.

 As vows echoed beneath centuries-old stone, the air carried lavender, limestone, and the hush of a thousand camera clicks from @join_jules’ devoted world. 

she then slipped into a rare Sarah Seven “Taylor” with delicate gloves, pure editorial, before the courtyard turned into a runway of light.

Amandine of Citron Pavot translated Julianna’s farming heritage into a Provençal feast: truffle pasta, seasonal treasures, and French classics reimagined. 

At the bar, cocktails became theater: a Sidecar homage, a Fig Spritz, a playful Tomatini, and an Espresso Martini with tequila sluiced through an ice luge. 
Service glided, with perfect pacing, warm smiles, and music that rose and softened exactly on cue.
Guests wandered terraces and boxwood allée, enveloped in scenes that felt filmed, not staged. Every vignette intentional, never forced. More than a wedding, it was a curated universe: fashion-first, joyfully authentic, and unmistakably Provence.