We're a small team obsessed with parties.
And by parties we mean: weddings, birthdays, communions, your nan's 90th, that one Tuesday in August. The good ones. The kind you remember.
A wedding. Eleven WhatsApp threads.
In 2024, our co-founder Sofia got married in a small village in Alentejo. Beautiful day. Two professional photographers. And — somehow — 247 guests who all wanted to send her photos.
Three weeks later, she counted: eleven WhatsApp threads, four Google Drives, two Dropbox links that had expired, an AirDrop folder titled "Untitled-final-FINAL", and zero of the photos her grandmother had taken.
The photographer's gallery was beautiful. But the candid, weird, sideways, low-light, blurry-with-love photos — the ones her family had actually taken — were spread across an internet too big to ever assemble. So she called Léo and André, and we started building Huddle that summer.
Four things we won't compromise on.
The host is the guest of honor.
You shouldn't be the photographer at your own party. Every choice we make starts there.
No app store, no signup, no nonsense.
If a guest needs more than a QR scan, we've failed them. Friction is the enemy of memory.
Pay once. Own forever.
Subscriptions are a scam for one-time events. Pay for your party, get the keepsake, move on.
Privacy is the default, not a setting.
Your album is yours. It doesn't train anything, it doesn't feed an ad. Period.
Come build memories with us.
Host your first huddle, or drop us a line — we read every email.