I feel in love with photography at the age of 6 years old. I remember taking my dad's polaroid camera in secret and photographed the whole house without his knowledge. In fear of him finding out, I hid all the photographs under my bed. Of course, it was only a matter of time until he realised that his polaroid was empty and found all the photographs under my bed. I tried to blame it all on my older brother but all my self portraits proved me to be guilty! Instead of being angry, my parents bought me my first film camera. I never looked back since. Photography became a tool to restore my heart when going through a painful divorce. I became full time a few years back... all happened as an accident really. I never understood why people were willing to pay me to take their photographs... and in many ways, I still don't. But I feel humbled and deeply honoured every single time I get to photograph others for it is such a vulnerable place to be in when being photographed.