Hi,

I've been taking photos for 10 years for no other purpose than it's enjoyment and I am certain I will continue this practice for the rest of my life. There's something about film photography that grasped me in my teens and is still with me today. From this I've accumulated quite the collection of film cameras and lenses. It's a blessing and a curse (If you're a fellow film shooter I know you'll understand) so feel free to send me a message about anything film related.

After living in many places from childhood until now, I've been curious about what constitutes memory and what remains from it's vast constellation of fleeing moments spent in particular spaces. The images of dreams that reoccur for me are always beautiful and nostalgic. I do all I can to recreate and search for these mundane romanticisation's of homes, nature and candid life.

I take photos because I feel I need to. How much memory is lost in time? Yet the details are important. The space we grow and experience in is just as important as how happy we may appear. This is my life's work, and unfailing memory.