I love taking beautiful photos, and I adore my job—but let’s be real, my life is far from the perfectly curated squares on Instagram. It’s beautifully messy, chaotic, and full of love (and probably a pile of washing somewhere in the house).
I’m 39, married to a wonderful guy named Nath, and we have three incredible kids—Evie, Anna, and Willem. Being a mum is the most incredible thing—but also, really hard. Since having my babies, I’ve had an internal wrestle between my pride and my self-esteem when looking in the mirror. Some days, I struggle to accept my body in its new form. Other days, I’m in complete awe of what it has done—creating, growing, and nourishing my family. I try to always come back to that when the self-doubt creeps in. Motherhood has changed me in ways I never expected, and I’m still figuring it all out as I go.
I ugly cry at TV ads (blaming sleep deprivation), I’ve played musical beds with my kids for the past eight years, and I always have laundry overflowing. Feeling more at ease? I hope so.
I’ve been a photographer for 15 years, and I still can’t believe I get to call this my job. I love beautiful things—peonies, old vintage sheets, and black-and-white images. I love babywearing, I drink coffee but prefer tea, and I have a weird obsession with vacuuming. Melbourne’s unpredictable weather makes me laugh, and while I can’t keep a houseplant alive to save my life, I can keep small humans and animals thriving—so I count that as a win.
Life is messy, wonderful, exhausting, and beautiful all at once—and I wouldn’t have it any other way.