
Old Treasury Building · Melbourne VIC
Heritage & Historic Venue Wedding · Urban City Wedding · Region: VIC - Melbourne CBD · City: Melbourne · Venues: Hosier Lane · Old Treasury Building
A white vintage car on a red carpet, a little girl peeking at the rings, then vows beside a black fireplace in the Thomas Hyde Room. Greg and Pat’s Old Treasury Building wedding in the Melbourne CBD was small, warm and full of children’s giggles, and it rolled straight into a city portrait loop: a bronze fountain and plane trees in Carlton Gardens, painted walls in Hosier Lane and bluestone Gothic doorways. We were right there with them, champagne in the back seat included.










































































































































Red carpet on Spring Street · Vows in the Thomas Hyde Room · Hugs on the Old Treasury steps · Fountain and plane trees in Carlton Gardens · Hosier Lane colour · Bluestone at St Patrick’s Cathedral
Our morning with Greg and Pat began on the footpath, where a white vintage car pulled up and the chauffeur rolled out a red carpet. Greg stepped out first, buttoning his jacket and grinning, then Pat followed in a fitted lace gown with a long train and a bouquet of blush and white roses. Guests gathered along the street, and a little girl in pink was greeted with a theatrical bow. We shoot arrivals wide and low, because a red carpet, a gleaming old car and a city street tell everyone exactly where the day starts.
Before anyone went inside, we lined the family up along the Old Treasury’s balustrade, under a museum banner of old portraits, then took Greg and Pat up between the tall iron lamp posts on the terrace. A quick kiss against the city towers became one of our favourite black and white frames of the day. Greg straightened a young guest’s tie by the entry, a guest in blush lace cuddled the little girl on a stone ledge, and the smallest boy in a black waistcoat refused to stand still. Grab these frames early, while everyone is fresh and still neat.
Inside, Greg and Pat waited together in the corridor beneath a small chandelier, then walked in side by side. The Thomas Hyde Room is tiny and lovely, with timber blinds, framed prints on pale walls and a black fireplace topped by a big spray of flowers, so every guest sits within arm’s reach. A loved one held a white ring cushion while the little girl leaned in for a closer look, and an older couple sat in the front row with their hands folded. With only a handful of chairs, we tucked into one corner with a wide lens and let the moments come to us.
Greg held Pat’s hands and smiled down at her through the vows, and she beamed straight back at him. The rings came off the cushion and onto fingers, and then came the kiss, Greg leaning in with Pat’s hand resting on his arm. Behind them the room lit up: the older man clapped, a woman in a white jacket lifted a red phone to catch the moment, and a little boy sat wide eyed on a lap in the back row. We always turn at least once from the couple to the guests, because those reactions carry half the story.
Pat and Greg put their names to the register at a dark wooden desk, with her bouquet of blush roses resting on the edge, and then a loved one leaned in to sign as a witness. The certificate came out next, and Greg held it up proudly with Pat and the celebrant beside him. Pat’s long train needed a little choreography in the narrow corridor, so we stood at the far end and let it pool across the patterned carpet as Greg kissed her. The two smallest guests trotted along behind them, one carrying a tiny posy.
The tall red doors swung open, and Greg kissed Pat right in the doorway with the street bright behind them. Out on the steps came handshakes, hugs and plenty of laughter: an older guest gripping Greg’s hand, a young man shaking it very formally, and the little girl leaping into his arms. We gathered everyone on the footpath for a group between the palms and the lamp standards, then walked Greg and Pat down the wide steps beneath the museum banners. Steps are a gift for a long train, which is why so many of our Old Treasury Building wedding photos happen right here.
In Carlton Gardens a bronze fountain rose from a round garden bed, and we framed Greg and Pat between clipped hedges with a row of old terraces across the road. Then the whole family crossed a puddled path together, two of the men hauling a blue esky and a box between them, and everyone cracked up. Under the long avenue of plane trees, Pat flicked her train across the grass while Greg wandered a few steps behind. Soft cloud made the canopy glow without one hard shadow, so we could shoot freely in every direction.
We sat Greg and Pat on a timber bench with two of the younger guests squeezed in beside them, then moved in close as Pat leaned into Greg, their hands resting together on her bouquet. Everyone wandered back in for family groups under the trees, in big lines and small ones, until the two youngest guests flopped onto the grass and dissolved into giggles. Little children give you about ten minutes in front of a camera, so we work quickly, keep the groups simple and save the silliest jokes for last.
Back at the car, a clear umbrella came out and Greg kissed Pat beneath it beside the white bonnet. In Hosier Lane the painted walls changed with every step: Pat in white beside a giant bird mural, the two of them laughing in a graffiti doorway. Through a stone archway we spotted the car waiting, and at St Patrick’s Cathedral Pat swirled her train across the patterned forecourt in front of the bluestone doors, the dark stone making her gown glow. We finished in the back seat, two glasses of champagne raised and two very happy faces.
Greg and Pat’s day at the Old Treasury Building moved in a neat line from the street to the steps, the terrace and then inside. The car pulled up right at the foot of the building, so the arrivals, the family lines along the balustrade and a first kiss between the lamp posts all happened before anyone walked through the doors. Inside, the room was small enough that we worked from one corner, and the corridor outside gave us a long, straight run for Pat’s train after the signing. Then it was back out through the red doors for hugs.
There had been rain about, and it worked in our favour. Cloud sat over the city for most of the day, the paths in Carlton Gardens were puddled when we arrived, and skin stayed beautifully even, with the plane tree canopy glowing green and no harsh patches anywhere. When a few drops came back, a clear umbrella by the car turned the moment into a sweet portrait instead of a scramble. By the time we reached the laneway the cobbles were wet and shiny, which gave the painted walls a little extra colour underfoot.
After the ceremony we kept the loop tight. In Carlton Gardens the bronze fountain gave us a centrepiece for the first embrace, then the plane tree avenue took over for walking frames and a bench big enough for Greg, Pat and two young guests. Hosier Lane brought the colour, and we chose one huge bird mural rather than chasing every wall. A stone archway with iron gates framed the waiting car, and on the forecourt at St Patrick’s the patterned paving and the dark doors gave Pat’s lace somewhere to shine.
Two things made this day easy. With little ones in the family, we photographed the groups that included them early on the terrace and again on the lawn, then let the kids flop on the grass while we carried on with the couple. Keeping the car with us all day meant the champagne, the umbrella and the bouquet were always close, and the back seat gave us a final cheers to close the day. If your guest list is tiny, plan more stops rather than longer ones, and let the city do the rest.