Selected work
Edited, heavily.
I show you less so every frame means more. Full galleries and films shared on our first call.
Collections
Valentine Frequency.
She didn't hand me a color palette. She wanted the room to feel like the last hour of a very good date — everything low-lit, nothing staged, both of them having forgotten the room was full.
So the flowers went dark: burgundy orchids, wine anthurium, amaranthus spilling off the end of the sweetheart table. She wore opera gloves. He turned up in cream. The candles did the rest.
The Prompt Method
One line, said quietly. Then I stop talking and wait for the real thing. She told him something about the drive up from Scottsdale — he laughed before she finished, and she looked at him the way she's going to look at him for the next fifty years.
That's the one that ends up above the fireplace. Nothing in this gallery was posed.
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The Golden Somewhere.
A white vintage truck, a red leather bench seat, and the last twenty minutes of an Arizona sunset. She didn't want a backdrop. She wanted the light that only shows up out here — the kind that turns the desert gold and makes everyone in it look like they already know how the story ends.
This is a Scottsdale-area Arizona wedding shot at golden hour, the way I shoot all of them: no posing, one quiet prompt, then the real thing. If you're planning an Arizona wedding and you want photos that feel like the evening actually felt, this is what that looks like.
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Chrome & Cinema.
The Vault, in Scottsdale. Two floors of collector cars on lifts, neon humming over the door, and a bride who wanted the day to feel like a film she'd actually sit through. So we shot it like one: black roadster, red leather cockpit, a blue brocade jacket that had no business working and did.
He'd been building that garage a long time and got to walk her through it. She wore red lips and an emerald necklace and wouldn't sit anywhere the light wasn't. She carried red and orange — dahlias over roses — and laughed before I finished the line. One line said quietly, then I stop talking and let them be ridiculous.
This is an Arizona wedding at The Vault in Scottsdale, a vintage car venue that reads like a set for people who collect things and want them in the pictures. If your day has a car, a garage, or an obsession in it, the photos should look like you meant it.
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A Blur of Forever.
She asked for movement. Not the pose where someone's mid-twirl and counting — the frame where the dress hasn't caught up with her yet. So I slowed the shutter and let them go: across the lawn at dusk, down the terracotta walk under the string lights, past the white fence.
One line said quietly, then I stop talking. Her hair across her face. His hand out of focus because it was already reaching for hers. The sun coming through so hard it fogged the top of the frame. I didn't fix it.
A romantic Arizona wedding for a bride who wanted softness over sharp: golden hour, motion, the whole evening moving. This is how I shoot weddings in Scottsdale and Fountain Hills — keep the camera rolling, say very little, wait for the part that isn't for the camera.
