Why I do what I do?

My mum used to call me a nosey parker. My teachers called me inquisitive. Both were right. I've always been drawn to what makes people themselves - the small details, the unguarded moments, the way someone's face changes when they forget they're being watched.

I studied Fine Art, spent years heading up marketing for interiors brands in London, and somewhere in all of that, photography became the thing I couldn't put down. But it took losing both of my parents to make me truly understand what photographs are for.

I captured so many moments with them - private ones, quiet ones, ones that will never be on this website. They are my most treasured possessions. Not because they're technically perfect. Because they're real.

That's what sent me travelling solo for a year. I shot everything on my phone - on trains, in markets, at kitchen tables in places I'd never been. No bag of kit, no planning, just me and a device that fits in a pocket. And something kept happening: strangers, hosts, people I'd only just met would stop and ask to see what I'd taken. The feedback was always the same - you should do this for people.

The phone wasn't a compromise. It was the point. It moves the way life moves. It doesn't announce itself. It doesn't ask anyone to hold still. In a world where we're all photographed constantly and still somehow end up with nothing we'd actually want to frame - the phone in the hands of someone who knows how to use it is the most honest tool there is.

So I came home, and I started doing this properly.

Bali, 2025.