Boturich Castle Wedding Pavillion




DIGITAL MEDIA: Visualisation




Boturich Castle


Convincing someone to choose an unbuilt venue for their wedding during lockdown is difficult enough. But when the instinctive initial seconds of consideration are all you have to work with, then it requires something extraordinary to convey the emotion required to instinctively say ‘this is the one’. The key to a lasting impression for Boturich Castle’s potential future clients was a sense of personal connection to the romance of a world-class view. Underpinning all aspects of the composition and post-production had to be a layering of senses; a composite of light, temperature, texture, touch and a strong sense of place. Boturich Castle overlooks Loch Lomond and its many islands – a backdrop for a moment that will be remembered for the rest of your life. It’s one of Scotland’s most sought- after wedding venues, and perches neatly on the south-east edge of the loch, with breath-taking views of Inch Murrin, Beinn Dubh and the distant Trossachs. With plans to offer a dedicated facility for hire, owners Erin and Ruairidh needed visual material that not only captured the wonder of the location, but truly conveyed the design aspiration and vision of the Supertonic and Organic Architects dream team. As part of our pre-visualisation research process, we also immersed ourselves in Liz Lochhead’s poem ‘Favourite Place’, and set about crafting visuals that would celebrate the design while captivating the hearts of the audience. Custom timber craftsmanship partnered with bespoke pendant light fittings and a distinctly Scottish texture sets the scene perfectly – all reflecting the warm glow of early evening sun across carefully presented table arrangements. It’s a stunning arrival experience with no detail left unconsidered. This – combined with Harris Tweed furnishings, rustic timber, copper tones and traditional Scottish stone – allowed us to portray the smallest details with as much significance as the overall picture. Tomorrow there would be the distant islands cut out of sugar paper, or else cloud, the rain in great veils coming in across the water, the elusive, insistent cuckoo, the oil-black cormorant’s disappear-and-dive, shifts of sun, double or even treble rainbows. There would be bracken’s early unfurling or late summer’s heather pinking and purpling over, and everywhere along the roadside, the chrome-yellow straight-out-of-the-tube-and- laid-on-with-a-palette-knife brashness, the amazing coconut smell of the gorse.