I was always meant to be a photographer
My grandpa is standing to the right, holding a Zorki Soviet Union camera (an affordable, almost exact copy of Leica I have now). I heard he took photos, but I never knew how much it meant to him. Back then, photography was a luxury. Now I know this is what I’m meant to do- to preserve and honor what he wished he could do more of.
He died when I was three. I don’t remember much, just that he was in pain and at the end. Seeing this photo was the first time I have felt connected to him. Something deeper than I can explain. A photograph can do that. It can bring someone back, even just for a moment. What a gift.
My heart.
I look for the light, the easy, the organic. The movement between moments, where the joy and color are found.
Most days you’ll find me burried in a bon appetit magazine and attempting recpies in my kitchen, I have a passion for fashion and interior as another form of play. Being a yoga teacher has taught me that the present moment is everything and it guides me to appreciate the moment instead of perfecting it.
With me, I hope you feel seen. I hope you feel the presence of a friend who cares about capturing your true essence. And when your gallery arrives, I hope you are reminded of your light.