and this is the part where I tell you how I see the world.

I’m a semi-retired party girl, full-time memory hoarder. I live for red-eye flights, messy vows, and the kind of love that makes you forget what day it is. My cat Charles is my shadow, the people I love are my whole world, and I romanticize everything.

Your wedding? It’s about to be art.

I shoot with obsession. With intuition. With whatever magic makes time stop for juuust a second.

Yes, I’ll fix your veil. Yes, I’ll gas you up. Yes, I’ll catch that one look he gives you when you’re not paying attention.

This isn’t just photography.
It’s how your day gets the editorial treatment it deserves.

Love making sure you’re walking out with art, not leftovers.

Posing? Technically yes. Feeling like it? Absolutely not.

Cat person, but like... in a cursed vintage perfume ad kind of way.


Bi-coastal (NYC & WA) with a passport and zero chill.

Thirty, in love, chronic playlist maker.

Fast Facts:

Okay but seriously... who else would do it like this?

Not your cousin with a camera. Not your mom’s recommendation (sorry luv u mom).
Me. Duh.

I don’t just show up and shoot. I show up like it’s already iconic.
I catch the stuff no one else sees: the weird little glances, the hot chaos, the barely-held-in tears.

You don’t need a Pinterest board. You need someone who gets it.

Photos that look like memory. Direction that feels like improv.

Space to be yourselves. Guidance when you want it.

And a gallery that feels like a movie you lived through.