08/03/2026
I have a folder in my phone called “her” (bear with me, i can explain…🙃)
It started as something practical….A place where I keep a few photos of every bride I’ve photographed, mostly so I can find them easily when I’m posting something. But truth be told…that folder became something else too
Sometimes I scroll through it just to rewind a little.
To remind myself of all the stories I’ve been allowed to witness, very impostor-syndrome-seeking-a-reality-check(or validation) of me, i know 🤷🏻♀️
All these strong, amazing, powerful, ambitious, confident, witty and ethereal women who trusted me to stand close to them on one of the most emotional days of their lives
Photographing women will never stop feeling like a small wonder to me
There is always THAT moment. At first they are a little aware of the camera, a little weird, a little “uff, this is difficult “... A little careful. And then something softens ✨THEY laugh. Their shoulders drop. Their eyes light up. And suddenly all the beauty that was already there just opens and the weird goes away
Somehow (either my silly jokes…probably my silly jokes)…somewhere in between those moments we connect too. Girl’s girl, girlhood. not “photographer and subject” and not someone telling someone else how to pose. Just THAT understanding, that “i got you”🧡
On wedding days I am not only there to take photographs,I am there to fix a veil, to hold a bouquet for a second, to say breathe, you look beautiful, to remind her that she is allowed to feel everything that day brings
I want every woman in front of my camera to feel safe enough to be fully herself. To laugh loudly, to cry if she needs to, to hold the people she loves without worrying about how it looks🧡
