KNOW THIS IS WHERE I’M SUPPOSED TO TELL A SENTIMENTAL ORIGIN STORY ON HOW I BECAME A PHOTOGRAPHER, BUT HONESTLY, MY PATH TO PHOTOGRAPHY WAS FAR MORE SIMPLE. I WAS THE KID WHO ALWAYS GRAVITATED TOWARD ANYTHING CREATIVE, FOREVER ADMIRING THE WAY ARTISTS TURNED ORDINARY LIFE INTO SOMETHING SO POWERFUL. I NOTICED HOW MUCH I LOVED THE WHOLE ROUTINE OF GOING OUT, TAKING PICTURES (ON MY PHONE AT THE TIME), HUNTING FOR A COMPOSITION, MAKING A SUBJECT STAND OUT, ATTEMPTING TO CONVEY A CERTAIN EMOTION/FEELING, RACING HOME TO LOOK THROUGH THE SHOTS, AND EDITING THE BEST ONES. SO, ONE DAY, I  DECIDED, “I’M BUYING A REAL CAMERA.” I WENT TO MY LOCAL CAMERA SHOP AND BOUGHT A CANON REBEL T7, AND FROM THAT MOMENT I WAS HOOKED. MY DAD AND I BECAME ADVENTURE PARTNERS, CHASING ABANDONED BUILDINGS IN NEW CITIES AND PULLING ALL-NIGHTERS TO CAPTURE THE MOON AND THE STARS. SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THOSE TRIPS—AND A LOT OF CONVINCING FRIENDS TO MODEL FOR ME, I DISCOVERED MY TRUE STYLE. DARK, EDGY YET GLAMOROUS, EDITORIAL IMAGERY. THAT’S WHEN I KNEW THAT THIS IS HOW I WANTED TO LIVE MY LIFE. CREATING, COLLABORATING, AND AMPLIFYING OTHER ARTISTS’ VISIONS ISN’T JUST WHAT I DO, IT HAS BECOME MY PURPOSE, AND I’M BEYOND GRATEFUL FOR IT.