“One day, the moments we barely noticed may be the ones that tell us who we really were.”

          My brother and I were playing hide and seek in our home in South Africa. I hid inside my dad’s wardrobe, and that’s where I found it. Sitting amongst his things was an old camera. Something about it captured me. Years later, after living on a boat my dad built, sailing around the world, homeschooling and immigrating to New Zealand, that same camera found its way back into my hands. As a teenager, I learned photography the old-school way, spending time in the high school darkroom and capturing my friends, the places we went and the small moments that made up my teenage world. From there, I became fascinated by photography, history and the photographers who had dedicated their lives to documenting the world around them

My journey didn’t lead me to become a war photographer or work for National Geographic; instead, it led me to travel, build a career as a designer and eventually start my own business. Along the way, I found myself in the music industry, photographing artists and live experiences, before moving into the studio to work on campaigns, brands and the people behind them. But somehow, I always found my way back to the part of photography that first captured my heart: storytelling.

I like to think of myself as the people’s photographer…interested in finding the truth in our world, whether that’s through a photograph, a conversation or an interview.  Capturing something real feels like a gift. And I’m incredibly grateful that, all those years ago, I decided to hide in my dad’s wardrobe.