When my sister got married back in 2012, it gave me a front row seat in wedding planning before I had even begun to pick up a camera. I saw everything from the bride's point of view - working with a photographer, choosing the wedding dress, everything down to the type of font for the save-the-dates. It was the most beautiful day.
And yet.
The thing I remembered most from that day, was how desperately, I wished my dad could have been there.
I felt the hot tears pooling in my eyes when I watched my sister walk down the aisle. I felt it then and I felt last year during my own wedding.
Weddings aren't just a big beautiful party. Weddings are a celebration of love and life. The beginning of a chapter in your history.
When I lost my dad at the age of 10, I held onto his memory through photographs he had taken. Luckily for me, my dad was a photographer himself, and he documented all the various milestones of everyday life. Through old photos, I got see him playing soccer with his friends at Victoria Park in Hong Kong. Or the the bell bottom suit he wore on the day he married my mom. Or how blank the walls looked when my family first moved to our childhood home.
I became a photographer so that you can have these photos too. I believe photography should feel effortless, emotional, authentic, and fun.
My mission is to capture all the emotions of wedding day - the elation of reuniting with friends, the absence of loved ones, and the tears of joy of FINALLY finding the person you're meant to spend the rest of your life with.
Let's write your history together.
An in-n-out cheeseburger with raw onions, fries animal-style with extra sauce,
and a cold coke!
I may or may not be addicted to Philz. An ice cold Tesora is usually the drink
in my hand on wedding days.
Niners, Warriors, Giants. Is it obvious I'm a born and bred bay area girl?
Any moment that has to do with parents or grandparents. Families are my favorite parts
of a wedding day.
I love any food that is spicy. My favorite souvenir to bring home during a trip is a bottle of
hot sauce or chili oil.
Cooking at home and ending the night on the couch being creeped out by
a true crime doc with a bowl of rocky road. Totally relaxing.