05/08/2026
Photography has always been more than a job for me — it’s part of my family story.
Growing up in Hong Kong, my father created heirloom photo albums as gifts for our family, carefully preserving the quiet, everyday moments of our childhood. One of those albums is especially precious to me — it holds the few photographs I have of my twin sister.
Those pages are the only place where her short life, her existence, is held and remembered. Every time I go home, I find myself returning to those albums, turning each page slowly. That ritual has never lost its meaning — it’s a reflection of just how much these memories matter.
They shaped the way I see photography — not just as images, but as something deeply lasting. A way to hold onto the moments that define us, and to return to them with love, again and again.
As the school year comes to a close once more, we’re getting ready to head off on another family adventure. It’s in these seasons — the quiet transitions, the time spent together — that I’m reminded why I do what I do.
I photograph not just for my clients, but for my own family too. To preserve these fleeting years, to hold onto the laughter and connection, and to create something my children can one day return to. Something that reminds them of how deeply they were loved, and how much joy filled their lives — especially when they may need it most.
This is why I photograph weddings the way I do: with intention, tenderness, and the awareness that these images will become someone’s heirlooms one day.
