my mission

I'm still awestruck by this world -- by its simplicity and its complexity. I revel in the upward curve of a smile and the downward burrow of a brow. I am drawn to the little motions in life, as it is moments that compose forever.

I want to be there for you when you compose your story of forever. I want to be the one weaving together moments of your life so that you can live in the moment -- and then relive those moments with photographs.

Photographs freeze time while simultaneously extending it. Magic, I say.


my personal herstory

+ The first word I learned to spell, aside from my name, was b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l. Bless my mother for instilling this one-word mantra from day one.

+ I come from a immigrant family; my parents originated on opposite sides of the world, South America and Asia. I find cultural expression necessary and communal.

+ I grew up in a small town in Connecticut and I now live in the world's most diverse county, Queens. Both places have formed who I am today.

+ I am a middle school teacher. Identity crises, hormones, feelings? Bring it on! Progress is incredibly inspiring, and what better way to interact with progress on a daily basis?

+ I think love is expressed beautifully in words. Body language, too, but words reveal certain crevices of the mind. Pablo Neruda, anyone? Rupi Kaur? This is why I like to incorporate a bit of writing into my sessions. 

+ Traveling feeds my soul and constantly shifts my perspective. During undergrad, I studied abroad in Spain and had the opportunity to visit Morocco and Italy. More recently, I’ve been to Colombia, Japan, and Vietnam. Portugal is up next! Interested in a destination wedding photographer? I got you!

+ INFJ, over here! We are, supposedly, statistically less than 1% of the population, yet I continue to find myself surrounded by other INFJs. Hm, birds of a feather flock together? 

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my photography history

In Kindergarten I wanted to be a teacher. Then around the end of elementary school, I fell in love with words and wanted to be a writer. In high school, I took a photography class junior year. Senior year, students had the option to solidify an internship in lieu of the last six weeks of school. For those last six weeks, I worked alongside a professional photographer, in awe, as she molded moments. Photography was powerful; it was both documenting and creating. I graduated wanting to be a traveling photojournalist, and that summer I became a photojournalist for my local newspaper. But I felt pigeonholed into a specific format and I didn't feel the emotion and expression I craved.

I left for college. My professional education was, put loosely, the study of people. In undergrad, I majored in Culture and Communication. After assistant teaching for a couple of years and circling back to my Kindergarten desire, I attended grad school for teaching. I learned how to navigate classrooms with thirty children, interact with various personalities, and create engaging lessons. I learned to balance academics and social and emotional learning. Paying attention to body language became second nature.

In those eight years after discovering my love for photography, I spent precious late nights and weekends teaching myself the technical aspects of photography. Apart from the class and internship in high school, I am self-taught. I realize my path is unconventional. I don't have a degree in photography, art, or design, but I figured if I can teach 120 children about world religions or about argumentative writing, why can't I teach myself about photography? 

It is with this determination and eclectic interest in life, that my childhood dreams came true. I became the teacher. I became the traveler. I became the photographer and the journalist.

I document the personal.

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