
Corio Villa · 56-58 Eastern Beach Rd, Geelong VIC · Melbourne
Heritage & Historic Venue Wedding · City: Melbourne · Venue: Corio Villa
Vows under two white market umbrellas on a heritage lawn, a flower girl hiding her eyes from the first kiss and a white Jaguar parked beside the bay. This Corio Villa wedding in Geelong moved from an 1850s cast iron house to the boards of the waterfront, where the bride waved her bouquet at the sky with Cunningham Pier behind her. Then came speeches full of laughter and a dance floor that a little one claimed early. We loved every minute.





























































Getting ready morning · Garden ceremony at Corio Villa · The iron porch and the old cedar · Waterfront portraits by Cunningham Pier · Speeches and cake · First dance
Our morning with the groom started in a simple room with a big window, which is all we need. He fixed his collar in a black and white frame we still love, checked the grey suit in two mirrors at once, then headed out to a sunny balcony with the groomsmen. Drinks came out, a bottle clinked towards him and he laughed so hard his eyes disappeared. A balcony like that is a gift: open shade, a railing to frame people and room to step back. We finished with the boys walking down the outside stairs.
Over at the bride’s, the details were already waiting for us: her heels and a round bouquet of white roses with deep burgundy accents set out on a timber bench under a window, and the lace gown hanging on a white door beside a print of a pink rose. She did the last of her makeup in the bathroom mirror, then sat still for us by the window. Close portraits at this point are about the light on her face, so we kept her turned towards the glass and let the room fall away behind her.
A little flower girl in cream lace wandered in, fiddling with her earring and watching every move. A loved one helped the bride into her gown and fastened the back, and a bridesmaid in mauve watched from the doorway as she checked her hair. Then we found the best spot in the house: a long white hallway with a tiled floor. The bride stood at the end with her train spread out behind her and the flower girl peeking from a doorway. Long corridors make great frames because the walls lead your eye straight to her.
Her dad met her in the hallway and walked her out under an arched doorway, the family dog padding along beside them. They rode together in the back of a white vintage car, both grinning through the window, and when the car pulled up at Corio Villa we went ahead of them to the front gate. That gate is cast iron, white and full of curling patterns. We framed them right beside it as they came through, her dad proud in his tie and the bride smiling past us to the garden.
The ceremony was on the villa’s back lawn, with two white market umbrellas shading the celebrant’s table and the signing table, and a musician playing beside the hedge. The groom waited with his groomsmen in grey, then the bride crossed the lawn on her dad’s arm with guests standing either side. Midday sun on a lawn can be hard on faces, so those umbrellas did double duty for us: soft shade for the couple during the vows, and a neat white shape that sits beautifully in a wide frame of the garden.
Corio Villa wedding photos always have the old garden in them, and after the signing the lawn filled with hugs, a bouquet tucked under one arm while loved ones lined up to congratulate them. Then we sat the couple on a white stone bench under the huge spreading cedar for a quiet moment. The flower girl stood in front of them on the grass and covered her eyes with both hands while they kissed. We kept shooting, because nobody can plan a moment like that, you can only be standing in the right place when it happens.
Next we brought them up onto the villa’s porch. The whole front is white cast iron, with arched bays, fretwork and ornate columns, so we stood back on the lawn below the clipped hedges and let the house become the frame around them, holding hands between two arches. Then we moved further back again, under the trees, and shot the whole white facade through a canopy of leaves with the two of them small on the grass. That wide, shaded frame tells you exactly where you are.
Down at the waterfront, the white Jaguar became our foreground, its leaping chrome cat sharp and the couple soft behind it. Then we walked out onto the boards above the bay. With Cunningham Pier and its little white towers behind her, the bride threw one arm in the air and waved her bouquet at the sky while the groom laughed. He dipped her by the bollards, and we lay low so the high wispy cloud filled the frame. Bright water and pale timber bounce the light back, so faces stay open even under a summer sun.
On the way to the reception we caught her veil flying against a grand old building in the city, then a walk under the trees into the late sun. Inside, there were wicker hearts by the table plan and a white cake with deep red orchids and a little couple on top. A loved one gave a speech from a folded note that had the bride laughing into the groom’s shoulder, and one guest stood at the window with both arms up. The first dance turned into a spin, and the flower girl took over the floor.
The villa part of the day ran in a neat loop. The bride and her dad came in through the white iron gate on the street side, then followed the brick path under a big old tree to the back lawn, where guests stood either side of the white chairs. After the vows and the signing, the couple stayed in the garden for hugs, a quiet sit on the stone bench under the cedar and a few frames on the porch. Only then did the white Jaguar take them down to the water, so the garden portraits never felt squeezed.
The sun was high and strong for the ceremony, so those two white market umbrellas mattered as much to us as to the couple: under them faces stayed soft while the lawn around them glowed. The cedar held the deepest shade in the garden, which is why we sat them there after the signing. Down by the bay the sky was streaked with thin, wispy cloud, and a breeze in town on the way to the reception sent the veil flying. By the time they crossed the road under the tall trees, the light had turned late and warm.
Three spots carried the villa portraits. The porch, seen from the lawn below with the clipped hedges in front, turned the iron arches into a frame around the two of them. Walking well back under the garden trees let us show the whole white front through the leaves, with the couple small on the sunlit grass. On the waterfront we got down low on the boards so the sky filled the space above them, and used the Jaguar’s chrome cat as a crisp foreground. Cunningham Pier gave every frame by the bay a clear sense of place.
Pair the garden with the bay. Old ironwork, lace and deep shade first, then bright, airy frames on the boards gives you two very different looks in one afternoon without a long drive. If your vows fall in the middle of the day, ask your stylist for something white and simple to shade the front of the aisle; the umbrellas here looked lovely in the wide frames too. And wear your veil long, because a little wind off the water is a gift for movement.