Brasileira. Turco. Dublin no meio.
Depois de todos os talvezes, um sim que não se solta.
Thiala is Brazilian. Batu is Turkish. Dublin was the city that ended up holding both of their stories — two long roads out of different countries, different languages, different versions of themselves, all landing here. The patience and paperwork and distance weren't between them. They were what each of them had already been through to even get to Dublin in the first place.
For the wedding, Thiala wanted urban and romantic. A white tailored suit with a veil — Lisbon dress codes meets Dublin Georgian doors. Batu in a tux with a bow tie, hair styled like he was about to walk a red carpet. The brief was simple: we want to look like we mean it.
We walked through Dublin before the civil ceremony — past the red doors, the brass numbers, the cobbled side streets. A bride in white walking through the city, a groom beside her, the language of the place around them — everything looking like it belonged to the day.
The civil ceremony itself was quick, in English, with a registrar who pronounced both their names carefully. They held each other through the vows. Then signing, then rings, then a small loud handful of people clapping in the registry room.
Coverage · Half-day · photo
Languages used during the day · English, Portuguese, Turkish
Look · Urban-romantic · white tailored suit + tux
