
Sts Michael and Gabriel Antiochian Orthodox Church · Ryde NSW · Sydney
Church & Cathedral Wedding · Cultural & Traditional Wedding · City: Sydney · Venue: Sts Michael and Gabriel Antiochian Orthodox Church
Petals thrown over a brick front fence, a bridesmaid in rust red stepping through an arched iron gate, and a dad who could not stop smiling all the way down the aisle. Anycie and Ronny’s wedding at Sts Michael and Gabriel Antiochian Orthodox Church in Ryde was a bright morning ceremony, then portraits in a late winter garden and a party in a clear marquee that ended with Ronny up on his guests’ shoulders and a first dance under a ceiling of fairy lights. We loved every minute.



























































































































Getting ready at home · Morning ceremony at Sts Michael and Gabriel, Ryde · Groups on the church forecourt · Garden portraits across the road · Speeches in a clear marquee · First dance under fairy lights
Our morning started with Ronny at a bright window, head down, fastening his cufflinks while his groomsmen buttoned up their own white shirts behind him. One of them stepped in to straighten his bow tie, then pulled him into a hug. We kept Ronny side-on to the glass so the light ran along his jaw and the folds of his shirt, which is the simplest way to make a groom look calm and sharp at once. Jackets went on, the three of them laughed shoulder to shoulder, and two loved ones joined Ronny for a photo before he left for the church.
At Anycie’s, the gown was already hanging under the front porch, between a red brick column wrapped in white flowers and a row of ferns in hanging pots. Outdoor shade like that is perfect for a dress photo: soft light, real texture and nothing to clean up in the background. Inside, the house was full. Anycie stood by a white window in her veil, settled onto a white sofa for a quiet minute, and then her friends saw her for the first time and threw their arms in the air, cheering so loudly we could barely hear ourselves.
Anycie’s dad was in a great mood all morning, glass of champagne in hand, a white rose on his lapel and the widest grin in the house. The two bridesmaids arrived in rust red with white bouquets, a perfect contrast to Anycie’s armful of orange, peach and burnt red flowers. Three little ones in tuxedos and a white party dress posed for us in the marquee at home, and a row of older loved ones gathered around the bride in the living room. Then petals flew as she walked out past the brick fence, and she peeked out of the car window at us, beaming.
At the church the wedding party came in through an arched doorway with ornate wrought-iron gates, onto a red patterned runner laid across the marble floor. We set up near the front, so each person stepped out of that bright arch towards us: two flower girls and a page boy, a guest guiding the smallest flower girl by the hand, then the bridesmaids. Ronny waited with a quiet smile. Then Anycie walked in on her dad’s arm, both of them glowing, and at the front her dad threw his arms around Ronny before handing her over.
Inside, Sts Michael and Gabriel is bright and white, with timber pews and a row of arched, painted panels across the front. All that white bounces the morning light around the room, so we could keep the flash off and work quietly from the side with a longer lens. Anycie could not stop smiling at Ronny. An older guest watched closely from the front row, and family stood shoulder to shoulder around them. We moved in tight as they swapped rings, then caught a kiss, Anycie’s hand on Ronny’s cheek and the two of them leaning in, forehead to temple, laughing.
Walking back up the aisle, they stopped halfway for a kiss between the pews, and every phone in the room went up. We gathered family groups at the front under the painted arches, a few at a time, so nobody waited long. Then everyone spilled outside, and we lined the whole crowd up in front of the arched portico and the white façade for the big group, the photo every family wants in their Sts Michael and Gabriel Antiochian Orthodox Church wedding photos. Our tip: do the large group straight after the service, while everyone is still close by.
Portraits were a short hop away, in a leafy garden across the road from Anycie’s family home, under a huge spreading tree with camellias in flower. It was late winter, so the light was soft and low even near noon, and the bare branches overhead gave the frames a lovely open feel. We started with family, then the little ones, then the bridal party in rust red and black, who walked towards us arm in arm, laughing. When a breeze picked up, we let Anycie’s long veil stream out behind her while Ronny stole a kiss.
For the couple portraits we went looking for texture. Anycie walked a brick path through the garden on her own while we hung back for a full-length frame of the dress and veil. We shot through a dark window across the garden for a frame within a frame, then through leaves for a soft green edge. Ronny and Anycie stood in front of an old sandstone house with a verandah, and the warm stone sat beautifully behind the black suit and white lace. Our favourite: the two of them forehead to forehead, eyes closed, her ring hand on his shoulder.
The reception was at home in a clear marquee, with tall centrepieces of orange blooms and pampas on gold stands and a cake set on a wine barrel. Before long Ronny was lifted onto his guests’ shoulders, then Anycie went up too, before spinning her skirt in a circle of friends. A bridesmaid gave a speech, a young guest sang to the room, and a groomsman raised his glass. Anycie’s dad wiped away a tear halfway through his own words. After dark the marquee ceiling turned into a canopy of fairy lights for the first dance, Ronny dipping Anycie low.
The church held one part of Anycie and Ronny’s day, so we planned that hour tightly. The wedding party came in through the arched porch and its iron gates, the vows and rings happened up the front beneath the painted panels, and the family groups followed right there before everyone stepped out onto the forecourt for the big crowd frame. From the church we moved to a leafy garden for the portraits, then on to the clear marquee at home for the speeches, the shoulder lifts and the first dance after dark.
A morning ceremony in a church this pale is a real gift. Daylight came in high and bounced off the white walls and ceiling, so faces at the front stayed soft and even, and the red runner gave every aisle frame a warm line of colour. The doorway was the one tricky spot: the bright porch behind the arch is far brighter than the people walking through it, so we exposed for skin and let the iron gates glow. Outside, the late winter sun stayed kind well into the middle of the day.
Those arched gates gave every entrance its own frame, from the littlest flower girl to Anycie on her dad’s arm. Working from the side of the aisle kept us close to the rings and the kiss without blocking anyone’s view of the front. The white portico made a clean wall for the whole crowd with their arms in the air. In the garden, the huge spreading tree, the camellias in flower and the warm sandstone verandah gave the portraits three quite different backgrounds within an easy stroll.
Send the youngest members of the wedding party through the doors first, each with a grown-up holding a hand, so they set off calmly and the bridesmaids follow at an easy pace. A morning service also hands you a long, unhurried day: groups at the church, portraits in soft garden light, and still plenty of daylight left for the marquee. Choose a garden with shade and texture close by, so the move from church to portraits feels like a short breather rather than a long trip across town.