
Sandringham Yacht Club · Jetty Road, Sandringham VIC · Melbourne
Waterside Wedding · City: Melbourne · Venues: Sandringham Beach · Sandringham Yacht Club
A fist pump down a red carpet aisle, a windswept dash along Sandringham Beach and speeches against a wall of glass as night fell over the bay. Arielle and Darran married at St Mary’s in St Kilda East, then carried the party down the coast to Sandringham Yacht Club in Melbourne’s bayside south. There were blush robes, white roses and a page boy guarding the rings, and we were there for every laugh, right up to a last kiss on a spiral staircase above the boats.



























































Blush robes and white roses · St Mary’s, St Kilda East · Family groups under old trees · Foreshore and Sandringham Beach portraits · Speeches at Sandringham Yacht Club · A kiss on the spiral staircase
Our day with Arielle began in a bright white room, a framed sailing yacht print on the wall behind her as she sat in a white robe, already smiling. Her make-up went on in soft window light, then the bridesmaids gathered round in matching blush robes for a hug and a laugh. White walls are a gift for getting ready: they bounce light back into faces, so we turned her chair towards the window and kept the clutter out of frame. Then two loved ones fussed over her lace gown by a big window, one kneeling to smooth the train while she looked out.
When Arielle stepped out of the room and walked down the hallway in her lace gown, her dad burst out laughing with pure delight, and a loved one in a flowing coral dress laughed right along with him. We were already waiting at the far end of the corridor with a longer lens, so nobody had to pose for that reaction. A minute later the three of them lined up together, and then both leaned in to kiss her cheeks at once. Hallway first looks are underrated: narrow walls, soft light and nowhere for the feelings to hide.
Back in the room, Arielle held a bouquet of white roses tied with green ribbon and let it swing at her side, one hand on her hip, completely at ease. Her plunging lace gown and long veil looked best against the plain white walls, so we kept the backgrounds simple and let the lace do the talking. A clock on the wall ticked towards ceremony time. The bridesmaids lined up in front of the windows in blush one-shoulder dresses, each with her own posy of white roses, and the soft daylight made the whole palette glow.
Outside St Mary’s in St Kilda East, Arielle stepped from a white car onto a red carpet, beaming, while a page boy in a waistcoat stood guard with the ring pillow. Inside, she walked the aisle on her dad’s arm beneath tall stained glass windows, her veil trailing over the carpet. Up the front, Darran waited with a grin he could not hold back. A church aisle is long and fairly dim, so we work from the front with a fast lens wide open, then slip to the side for a wide frame of every guest turning to watch her.
Arielle and Darran sat side by side at the front between grey stone columns, on black and white checkerboard tiles, and kept sneaking glances at each other that turned into grins. Guests watched from the timber pews, and a flower girl in a crown of flowers peeked out beside the page boy. The groomsmen in grey waistcoats stood on one side and the bridesmaids with their white roses on the other. Then came the signing, the two of them holding up their certificate and smiling as if they had just won something. In a church we move quietly along the side aisles.
The moment they were married, Darran threw a fist in the air on the way back down the aisle, with Arielle laughing on his arm under the painted timber ceiling. Halfway along they stopped for a kiss while the pews clapped around them. Outside, everyone squeezed onto the forecourt in front of the bluestone church for one big group photo under a blue sky. For a crowd that size we go wide, step well back and ask everyone to tuck in close, so every face is clear and the arched doorway still shows behind the couple.
Next came the family groups on a lawn beneath big old trees, from close family to a long line of cousins and grandparents, with the flower girls and page boy front and centre. Soft cloud on an early autumn evening is perfect for groups: no squinting and no hard shadows. Then the bridal party headed for the Sandringham foreshore, where a grassy path ran under tall palms. The bridesmaids in blush and the groomsmen in grey waistcoats walked towards us laughing, and we walked backwards with them so the moment never felt staged.
On Sandringham Beach the wind came straight off the bay, and it was brilliant. Darran led Arielle by the hand along the waterline, both turning back to us grinning, then pulled her in for a kiss on the cheek as her hair whipped across them. We kept the horizon low and level so the white water filled the background behind them. As the light softened towards dusk, we moved up to a tiled terrace with a glass balustrade above the water, where they stood close and looked out over the bay under a pale pink sky.
Up at the yacht club, guests sat down in a room walled with glass, fairy lights strung overhead and the bay turning deep blue outside. The speeches began with an older guest at the lectern, while a loved one in coral beamed from her table. Darran covered his face laughing at one story as a flower girl sat on Arielle’s lap. A bridesmaid spoke with a little helper beside her, then Darran took the lectern himself. Later we found the spiral staircase above the marina, and our Sandringham Yacht Club wedding photos ended with a kiss among the boats and pendant lights.
Arielle and Darran said their vows at St Mary’s in St Kilda East and did their family groups on a leafy lawn under big old trees, so the bayside part of the day began with the bridal party. We walked everyone along the grassy foreshore path under the palms, then took the two of them down onto Sandringham Beach on their own. As dusk came on we moved up to the club’s terrace above the water, and from there it was only a few steps inside for dinner and speeches.
The breeze on the sand was strong, and we leaned right into it. Arielle’s hair kept whipping across the two of them, so we chased movement rather than stillness: Darran leading her by the hand, both glancing back at us, a quick kiss on the cheek mid stride. Rolling white water behind them added to the energy. Up on the terrace the mood changed completely, and the pale pink sky over the bay gave us calm, close portraits at the glass rail to balance those wild beach frames.
After dark, the clubhouse windows did a lot of our work. The bay outside went deep blue, the fairy lights overhead repeated in the glass, and every speech had that view behind it. Facing the windows, we framed each speaker against the darkening water, then turned around to catch the reactions at the tables, like the flower girl curled up on Arielle’s lap. The spiral staircase above the marina was our last stop, giving us a high angle down through the pendant lights with the boats waiting below.
If your ceremony is away from the coast, plan the drive so the beach still gets the soft end of the day; Arielle and Darran reached the sand with light to spare and the terrace right at dusk. Expect hair and veils to move on the beach, and enjoy it, because the wind gave their frames real life. Then save a few minutes after the speeches for a wander around the club itself, since the night reflections on the glass gave us a final portrait without stepping outside.