
St Ignatius Church · Richmond VIC · Melbourne
Church & Cathedral Wedding · City: Melbourne · Venue: St Ignatius Church
Love letters read back to back on a city rooftop, a family dressed in powder blue, and two fluffy white dogs in little navy tuxedo bibs waiting outside the church doors. Ricky and Fransiska’s day began high above Melbourne’s CBD and carried on up the hill to St Ignatius’ Church in Richmond, where bluestone, roses and an old iron fire stair gave us a skyline kiss to finish on. We were there for every cheer, and we loved it.





















































































Rooftop letters at Lancemore Crossley St · Family moments by the curtains · Ceremony at St Ignatius’ Church · Groups by the roses and parish sign · Laneway and fire-stair portraits
Our day with Ricky and Fransiska began on the rooftop terrace of Lancemore Crossley St, with two rings resting on a deckle-edged invitation tied in pale blue silk. Then came the moment they had planned: they stood back to back among the planter boxes and read each other’s letters before turning around. Fransiska kept her eyes on the page while Ricky held his card in both hands. A rooftop at midday gives you hard overhead sun, so we framed them against the city towers and a bright blue sky, and let the pearl-dotted veil catch the light.
The families came up next, and the rooftop turned into a sea of powder blue: lace dresses, pale blue shirts and Fransiska’s white gown in the middle of it all. We worked through the groups quickly with the towers stacked up behind them, then brought in a bridesmaid and a groomsman for the fun ones. The groomsman in light blue threw a fist in the air, the bridesmaid raised her silver posy, and Ricky stole a kiss while Fransiska leant back into his arm. A hotel rooftop is a great early stop for groups: the whole family fits, nobody has to drive, and the city does the backdrop.
Back inside, the room went quiet for a family moment. Seated loved ones took small cups from Ricky and Fransiska, and gifts came back the other way: an older loved one fixed something to Ricky’s lapel, a bracelet was fastened around Fransiska’s wrist and a necklace was settled at her collarbone. We stayed close and low with a longer lens so nobody had to perform for us. The sheer white curtains behind them were perfect, soft window light on every face, and we finished with family portraits right there against the drapes.
At St Ignatius’ Church in Richmond, Fransiska waited under a stained-glass arch above the doors with her veil down. Fransiska’s dad walked her down the long aisle, with a family member in pale blue lace on her other side, and we backed down the aisle ahead of them so the window stayed framed above their heads. Ricky met her at the front under the Gothic arches. In the front pew, two loved ones stood shoulder to shoulder in matching blue, watching every step. Long naves like this one reward a photographer who plans the walk before anyone arrives.
The ceremony had plenty of smiles. Ricky leant into the microphone at the timber lectern and Fransiska burst out laughing beside him, with the old organ pipes glowing in the transept behind them. Their kiss at the top of the red-carpeted steps came with a whole carved white altar for a backdrop, and Ricky gathered up her long train as they moved to sign the register. In the pews, the family clapped and beamed. St Ignatius Church wedding photos are all about scale, so we mixed wide frames of the arches and windows with tight faces.
We gathered the families and the bridal party on the altar steps for formal groups, then Ricky and Fransiska walked back down the aisle, grinning through a church full of phones. Outside, the cutest guests of the day were waiting: two fluffy white dogs in little navy tuxedo bibs, one big and one small, on leads for the walk out. Then everyone squeezed onto the forecourt and the church steps for the big group, arms in the air, with the bluestone presbytery and its arcade behind them. Ricky kept a lead in one hand.
The rest of the afternoon was hugs and groups beside the church, lined up against the bluestone wall with rose beds and the parish sign beside them. Friends in navy, red and green, little ones held up on hips, a baby asleep in someone’s arms, and the dogs back again for their own portrait, the big one tongue out and very pleased with itself. For a guest list this big, a written group list and a helper who knows the family make this part fast, and a hedge and a bluestone wall give every frame the same clean background.
Then we stole Ricky and Fransiska for a walk. In a laneway between red brick and bluestone, the late afternoon sun sat right behind them, so we let it rim the veil while Fransiska’s train fanned out across the bitumen and they kissed mid-step. Beside the old red-brick buildings, they came down a flight of stone steps under a rust-red iron fire escape, Fransiska lifting her skirt and laughing. Our favourite frame came last: the two of them kissing on an iron landing with the city skyline and the stadium lights across the treetops.
Ricky and Fransiska’s morning was split between a city hotel and the church. We did their letters and the first family groups up on the hotel rooftop, then quieter family moments in a room lined with sheer curtains, before everyone headed up to Richmond. At St Ignatius’ the ceremony filled the nave, formal groups happened on the sanctuary steps straight after the signing, and the whole crowd then spilled out onto the forecourt. Guest groups ran along the side wall by the roses, and we finished with a short walk to the laneways and stairs close by.
Midday on the rooftop meant hard overhead light, so we turned faces away from the glare and leant on that clear blue sky and the towers. Inside the church everything softened: the stained glass above the doors gave a glowing frame for the arrival, and the red carpet and white altar bounced warmth back onto faces at the front. By the time we stepped outside for the couple portraits, the sun had dropped low enough to sit behind them in the laneway, which is exactly the light you hope for at the end of a church day.
For the walk in, we worked backwards down the centre aisle so the arched window stayed above Fransiska and her dad. During the vows we moved to one side to pick up the organ pipes behind the lectern, then came back to centre for the kiss on the top step. Outside, the forecourt and front steps held the big cheering group with the presbytery arcade behind, while the bluestone wall and clipped hedge kept a long run of small guest groups looking consistent. The iron fire stair gave us height for the final skyline frame.
If your dogs are coming, ask a friend to take the leads once the walk out and a first portrait are done, then bring them back later when everyone has relaxed. With a long list of guest groups, make the hedge side of the church your base so people can queue along the footpath without crowding the doors. And keep a little time at the very end for the laneway walk: the low sun between those brick walls was worth every minute of the wait.