- Ceremony
- Little Henri, Thornbury
- Reception
- Little Henri, Thornbury
- City
- Melbourne
- Coverage
- Photography, 35mm film
- Team
- Jay and Sofia
George and Tia are a relaxed, easy-going couple whose life together is built on laughter. They asked for natural moments, a calm day and photographs that felt like them, and they trusted us with the rest. They married on the first Saturday of spring 2026: an afternoon of portraits at Fairfield Park, then an evening ceremony and a long, happy night at Little Henri in Thornbury. Jay and Sofia photographed the day, with a few rolls of 35mm film along the way.
The groomsmen in the amphitheatre
The day started at the Fairfield Park amphitheatre, the open-air stage with its grassy terraces under tall gums. George and his groomsmen arrived first in black suits, with native flowers in their buttonholes, and George pinned a buttonhole on one of his groomsmen while the bridal party made its way over.


A first look at Fairfield Park
September sunsets come early in Melbourne, so we planned the portraits before the ceremony. George waited alone in the middle of the amphitheatre with his back to the terraces, adjusting his cuffs, while Tia came down the stone steps with her bridesmaids gathered around her. She tapped him on the shoulder, he turned, and the two of them burst out laughing. Tia wore a strapless beaded gown with long beaded sleeves, and George couldn't stop grinning at her.






Bouquets in the air
The bridesmaids in navy satin joined them on the steps, with bouquets of proteas, roses and eucalyptus, and the whole bridal party waved from the terraces. Tia showed off her ring, and the bouquets went up into the air.




Wandering the park
Then it was just the two of them, wandering. We kept them moving and talking rather than holding poses: up the stone steps with the bouquet, along a white railing under bare trees, and through fallen leaves with the sun low behind the trees. A few frames went onto 35mm film among the trees and at a table by the river, where they stopped for a while. Back in the park, George lifted Tia off her feet, held her from behind on the roadside in a quiet moment we shot in black and white, walked her across the lawn under the huge white gum and danced with her on a grassy slope.












Arriving at Little Henri
By the time the guests arrived at Little Henri, on High Street in Thornbury, the light was going. The family photographs happened first, in front of the timber panelling, while drinks with orange slices waited on the bar and the youngest guests made their way around the room.


Vows under the arched window
The ceremony was in the covered courtyard, with black bentwood chairs, fairy lights strung along the black walls and green garden walls on either side. George waited at the front with his groomsmen, grinning. The bridesmaids came in through black steel doors hung with white curtains, the flower girl and page boy walked through the restaurant, and then Tia walked in arm in arm, beaming at George from the moment she saw him. They said their vows in front of the tall arched black window, Tia read hers into the microphone, the rings went on, and the whole courtyard clapped.








Signed and married
They signed at a white marble table against the white brick planter, with a bridesmaid and a groomsman as witnesses, and held up their rings for everyone. On the way out they kissed at the black steel doors while the bridesmaids cheered, and Tia raised her bouquet high.





Grazing, grandparents and a new look
Inside, a long grazing table waited by the bar. There were hugs everywhere, the flower girl twirled on the floorboards, and the grandparents settled onto the leather banquette, where George got a kiss on the cheek. Tia changed into her evening look, strapless, without the sleeves or the veil, and the DJ started in the corner of the timber room.




Dancing in the dining room
There was no first dance and no bouquet toss. Instead the dancing simply started: the children first, then the guests in the dining room, then Tia herself with a drink in her hand. A guest book of instant photographs filled up as the night went on.



Cake and speeches
George and Tia took two stools at the bar for a while before they cut their white cake in the timber-panelled room. Then came the speeches, the heart of the night: a man in a blue suit reading his from the page, a woman in green who had everyone beside her laughing, a toast from the groomsmen, and finally George and Tia themselves, each reading from their phone.








One more round at the bar
The night ended where so many good ones do: at the bar, with friends, clinking shot glasses.















