A Kind of Silence
No vows.
No flowers.
Just the edge of the world.
Grief tastes like salt here.
But there’s tenderness, too.
A kind of silence.
Løkken - Denmark
You know that moment when you realize your love story doesn't fit the fucking template? When you're holding something beautiful and complex, but everyone expects you to smile and pretend it's all golden hour and champagne toasts?
I had one of those moments that changed everything.
Day two of our See.Feel.Create workshop in Løkken. Our couple had brought black clothes. The weather was turning brutal. When Chris mentioned this clifftop cemetery he'd found, I could suddenly see it—grief as creative territory. The wedding industry wants you to believe love stories only count when they're pretty, but here's what pisses me off about that: there's so much more to tell.
The wind was wild that day, the kind that cuts through you. The North Sea crashed against cliffs below. Ancient headstones stood witness to countless goodbyes. And in the middle of it all, two figures in black held space for something the wedding world pretends doesn't exist.
This wasn't about posing or performing. It unfolded into something raw—love that doesn't need to smile to be real. Love that holds you through the mess. That listens when words run out.
Standing there, I realized I'd been playing it safe for too fucking long. We all had. We photograph the celebration, the joy, the perfect moments—but what about the spaces between? What about love that exists in sorrow, in quiet, in the kind of intimacy that doesn't need an audience?
This session became my awakening. The moment I knew I was done with industry bullshit.
this is a STORY BY HAFENLIEBE
LOCATION(S)
Løkken - Denmark
GUESTS
0
SHOT IN
March
TYPE
Lover's Session
TIME ON SET
2
DIRECTED BY
BJØRN
You know that feeling when everyone expects your love story to look a certain way? All smiles, all celebration, all fucking perfect? But sometimes your story includes loss. Sometimes it's about holding each other through the hard parts. Sometimes it's quiet, raw, and doesn't fit the Instagram version of romance.
Here's what I've learned after photographing hundreds of couples: the wedding industry sells you a lie. They want you to believe love stories only count when they're pretty. Fuck that noise.
Your story—with all its complexity, its tender places, its real moments—deserves to be witnessed. Not performed for others, not sanitized for social media, but captured exactly as it is.
If you're tired of pretending your love is simple when it's not, let's fucking create something real.