WHAT SETS MY STUDIO APART (AND WHY IT MATTERS)
It’s not the fancy sets.
It’s not the gowns or the lighting or the makeup magic (though let’s be honest, they’re pretty damn great).
It’s the feeling you get when you step inside and realize—you don’t have to shrink here.
This space was built for women to expand
To take up space.
To be seen in all their softness and strength.
To not have to pretend.
My studio isn’t about pretending to be a model. It’s not about becoming someone else for a few hours. It’s about coming back to yourself. The you that’s been buried under responsibilities and timelines and expectations. The you that hasn’t had a moment to exhale in years.
There’s no pressure to “be sexy.” You don’t have to know what you’re doing. You don’t need to show up with confidence—you can borrow mine.
Because this space?
It was designed with you in mind.
Every corner. Every playlist. Every piece of furniture, every comfort, every soul-soothing detail.
Not to impress.
But to hold you.
We don’t fake empowerment here
This isn’t about hashtags or hollow hype.
You won’t find toxic positivity or empty “you got this” slogans here.
What you will find?
A team of women who have sat where you’re sitting.
Who know what it’s like to second-guess everything from your body to your worth.
Who hold space without judgment.
Who hype you up and help you hold your own damn crown.
We’re not in this to perform empowerment. We’re here to witness your becoming.
I’m not just your photographer—I’m your mirror
I’ve been where you are.
In a body that’s changed.
With stretch marks that weren’t always welcome.
Trying to remember who the hell I was outside of “mom” or “wife” or “boss.”
I built this studio not just as a business—but as a love letter to women like you. Women who’ve been told they’re too much, too soft, too loud, too invisible, too late.
You’re not too anything.
You’re right on time.
It’s not just about what you see. It’s about how you feel.
When you leave, you’ll walk out with more than just photos.
You’ll walk out with the reminder: She’s still in there. She never left.