Let’s skip the cutesy first-date clichés.

I’m not here to convince you I’m cool (though, let’s be real... you’re here, so you already know).

You’re not looking for fluff and fake hype anyway.

I photograph women who are done faking it for the masses and ready to finally see themselves... for real.

We’ll laugh, swear, probably sweat a little, and turn your ‘WTF am I doing’ into ‘holy sh*t, that’s me.’

You don’t need to be ready. Just willing.

So... Here’s what actually matters:

I create space for women to BE themselves... not the version crafted for social media, not the one shaped by guilt, comparison, or someone else's idea of “enough.”

Just you. The real you.

I’ve got an engineering degree (yep, I’m a nerd), a camera I treat like an extra limb, and a deep need to remind women that they are allowed to take up space and to actually BE themselves.

It’s about finally seeing yourself the way your people do, the way your daughter does, the way you deserve to.

Me?

I’m a photographer, a toddler wrangler, a cat whisperer, a motorcycle rider, and an Alani-fueled over-thinker who cares deeply about this shit... for you.

Because this isn’t just my job.

It’s your fucking comeback story.

And I’m just lucky enough to get a front row seat.