- Ceremony
- Kevington Hotel
- Reception
- Kevington Hotel
- City
- Melbourne
- Coverage
- Photography
- Edit
- Warm, golden colour under the trees, with black and white for the quiet moments
- Team
- Jay and Sofia
Lana and Todd's wedding was meant to happen in January. Bushfires forced them to call off the first date, so they waited, picked a new one and brought everyone to the Kevington Hotel, an old gold-rush pub on the Goulburn River in Victoria's high country, on the fourteenth of March 2026. It was worth the wait.
Jay and Sofia photographed the day from the early afternoon until long after dark, and it was one of the warmest days we have photographed: wonderful people, a family who looked after everyone, us included, and a party that never stopped.
Take II
The chalkboard by the front door said it all: welcome Todd and Lana, Take II, the hotel closed for a private function. They had the whole place to themselves, and nobody was driving home that night, because the guests camped. When we arrived in the early afternoon, the grass among the trees beside the hotel was already full of cars, caravans and tents, with a pale blue Kombi parked among them. The whole weekend had the feel of a family gathering that happened to include a wedding.



Getting ready at the hotel
The men took over the old pub, with its long bar, walls of photographs and memorabilia, and a stone fireplace where their white shirts and Todd's black wide-brimmed hat hung on a rack. There was a game of pool, Todd did up his bolo tie, and he and his groomsmen shared a drink at the bar. Outside they lined up on the bench under the hand-painted Kevington Hilton sign, and Todd, in his dark olive suit and the hat he kept on all day, leaned on a timber fence in the shade. A groomsman planted a kiss on his cheek while Todd held a baby boy. Lana got ready in a room with chandeliers and red patterned carpet, and by four she was in her long-sleeved white lace dress, with her bridesmaids in sage green satin and two flower girls in white tulle.









Down the aisle
The ceremony was on the lawn by the river, under tall trees, with white wire chairs, a white runner and white rugs on the grass. Todd and his groomsmen waited at the front in the shade. The bridesmaids walked through the trees with their bouquets, the flower girls came down the aisle with their baskets, and then Lana came, on her dad's arm, holding a bouquet of dried flowers in rust, peach and cream with long cream ribbons trailing from it. At the front her dad pulled her into a hug, and Todd watched her from under the brim of his hat.





Vows by the river
They faced each other on the white rug, the bridesmaids in sage on one side and the groomsmen in white shirts and bolo ties on the other, with their guests gathered around under the trees. Todd tipped his hat back to look at her. Lana read her vows into the microphone while Todd smiled at her, and then Todd read his, still smiling. It was a hot, clear afternoon, and the trees kept everyone in deep shade, with the bright sun breaking through the leaves only here and there.




Husband and wife
At 4.24 they kissed on the white rug, with the bridesmaids on one side and the groomsmen on the other. They signed beside the pavilion, with a bridesmaid and an older woman as their witnesses. Then they walked back through their guests in a shower of confetti, while one of the flower girls fired a bubble gun straight at Lana.



Out the front of the Kevington
Everyone gathered out the front of the hotel, under KEVINGTON HOTEL painted in white on the red iron roof, for one big photograph, every guest cheering. The family photographs followed on the paved forecourt beside the hotel. Then the bridal party lined up and kicked their legs in the air, Todd and the bridal party downed a round of shots right there in front of the pub, Lana and her bridesmaids raised their bouquets, and Lana and one of her bridesmaids held their dried flowers side by side.






Under the trees
A few minutes with just the two of them was all it took. We went back into the trees beside the hotel and along the timber fence, where Lana looked back over her shoulder with her bouquet. They stood close together with the dried flowers between them, the sun came low through the trees and lifted her ribbons, and Lana laughed in the late afternoon light.






Tattoos and bathtubs
At ten past five the bridal party, then Lana and Todd, walked in arm in arm through the covered timber walkway to the reception. Waiting for them was a mobile tattoo artist, set up in a tin-walled corner under a ring light. Lana went first, laughing the whole time, and came away with a fine new tattoo of dots and a tiny star on her ring finger, beside her engagement ring. Todd went next, still in his hat, and one of the bridesmaids had hers soon after. Out on the lawn the beer sat on ice in the bathtubs, guests drifted between the pavilion and their tents, Lana stopped to talk to a flower girl, and a big group of friends gathered around her outside the hotel.









Speeches
The speeches started under the pavilion at twenty to seven and went on for a good while: family members and friends, Lana's dad reading from the page while a bridesmaid held the microphone for him, a groomsman, and finally Lana and Todd themselves. Somewhere along the way, Todd skolled a drink at the bridal table while Lana and the two flower girls laughed beside him. The bridal table was a small round one under the pavilion, with a lace doily, candles and blue bentwood chairs.




A new date, a cake and a first dance
The stubby holders were printed with their names and the Kevington, with the first date, 10 January, crossed out above the new one, 14 March 2026. Dinner was served under the pavilion as night fell, and the night turned cool. By nine Lana had a white faux fur coat over her lace dress, and they cut the cake on a wine barrel next to the pavilion with a flower girl helping. A few minutes later they had their first dance under the festoon lights in front of the stage, their guests in a circle around them.




The dance floor
Then the dancing simply didn't stop. Lana danced with her dad under the festoons, a guest crouched down for a dance-off with a little girl in a pink jacket and pink cowboy boots, and the guests danced arm in arm in front of the stage. Between songs, friends gathered round the fire pit on the lawn under the poplars. Late in the night Lana was still in the middle of it all in her fur coat, dancing wildly with her friends. When we left after half past ten nobody showed any sign of stopping, and with everyone camped out the back, nobody had to.



















