hello again!

i am 22 years old and i am currently based in new york, working as a production assistant. this past june (2024) i graduated from st andrews after four years of studying english and social anthropology in a salty scottish seaside town. my neighbor was the north sea and each night the sounds of seagulls lulled me to sleep. before that i spent my four high school years in newport, rhode island, where my neighbor was the atlanic and each night, again, the sounds of seagulls lulled me to sleep. before that, i grew up on long island, where my neighbor was the long island sound and the sounds of crickets, birds cooing in high trees, and, a little further off, seagulls, lulled me to sleep. the places i’ve lived thus far haven’t been outwardly chosen for their proximity to the water, but it would be wrong to say a subconscious understanding didn’t take part in guiding me to these environments.

yellow is my favorite color and this is a very obvious fact about me. it makes me think of sunshine and smiling faces and warmth and vitality. i love early mornings and cold plunges and sitting by really big windows. i love afternoons alone exploring a new city and chocolate chunk cookies and the feeling that comes over me when i find a piece of blue seaglass. i love the artists ben crase, sasha gordon, and malena bozzini. i love the movies close, the darjeeling limited, the worst person in the world, little women, and amélie, and the books barbarian days, a secret history, a gentleman in moscow, m train, let the great world spin, and little weirds.

i believe that photography has oh so little to do with the camera you use and oh so much to do with what your eye is chasing. i believe that what we look for and what stands out to us is both a choice and a muscle to work. i will die on the green and flowery hill of radical wholesomeness and i believe that if everyone wore pure and consistent curiosity on their sleeve the world would be a drastically different and more understanding place. 

i have always been a collector. when i was younger i collected notebooks and pens and ripped out pages from every magazine i could get my hands on. as i grew up, this (somewhat) transitioned into the collection of photographs, which i endlessly organize into pinterest boards, and the most consistent habit i’ve ever held— journaling. when i go into my camera roll and zoom out as far as i can, the space my photos take up each year gets increasingly larger, the most dramatic jump happening in 2019, the year i credit to my realization that taking incessant photos with my iphone camera probably meant that photography was a passion of mine.

a lot of this stems from a fear i have— a fear of forgetting. despite the fact that i know our brains aren’t built to record and categorize every single minute of our lives, to forget a moment, a meal, a conversation, a laugh i heard, feels like a crime. this fear, of course, ties back to my (super unique and one of a kind) anxiety about the speed at which our days pass us by. this anxiety has had a lot of stage time recently— i’m in the midst of transitioning into life after university and adjusting after moving away from the most vibrant and loving community i have ever been a part of. the buildup to this series of changes has meant that my need to capture the tiniest of moments has been at an all time high: i take about 100 photos per day to keep a visual diary of sorts, i’ve gone through four journals in the past year, and i collect and immortalize my receipts, metro stubs, and other paper scraps. some days it feels like this need to capture controls me, rather than the other way around. but i wouldn’t trade it for the world.

parts of this website feel pretty vulnerable, which in turn feels a little scary, but i trust the eyes that might scroll through its pages. i love talking to new people and if you happen to be a stranger who comes across this page you are welcome to stay, and encouraged to say hello :)