They met at the CIA (the Culinary Institute of America and not the Central Intelligence Agency). They had grown up across the country from each other, Ashley in Pennsylvania and Chad in Las Vegas, each with a wide range of interests. But their love of cooking drew them to California. They bonded over food, laughter, and wine,…
Since the beginning of 2014, I have been working on my year-long personal project, Art for Art. Once a month, I find a fellow photographer whose work I admire, and I photograph them; they photograph me. View the full set of previous shoots in the series here: Art for Art. At the end of July, I got to…
Since the beginning of 2014, I have been working on my year-long personal project, Art for Art. Once a month, I find a fellow photographer whose work I admire, and I photograph them; they photograph me. View the full set of previous shoots in the series here: Art for Art. In June, I met up with Rosa…
Standing at Land’s End, where San Francisco meets the Pacific Ocean, they braced themselves against the whipping of the wind. Holding each other close, they carved out their own little space together. I love these two and their gorgeous two-part engagement session. Can’t wait for the wedding later this year! Hair & Makeup: Julianne, Prettyologie Anna Wu…
We walked amidst giants. The trees towered over us, scenting the air with that distinctive redwood smell. We breathed it in, grateful for this salubrious excursion outside the city. It was the perfect Presidents’ Day adventure with three of my friends, all newcomers to San Francisco. We kick it off with some images from the…
We had spent the whole day lounging around on the beach at Half Moon Bay, just down the cliff from the elegant Ritz Carlton. It wasn’t until Jesse asked the concierge for suggestions on what to do next that the tide pools listed on the pamphlet caught my eye. It was already 4:30, and the…
Elephant seals, black angus cattle, and beautiful horses. I had no idea my road trip would quickly turn into a menagerie of interesting animals. After checking in to my room in Cambria, I drove, windows down, back up highway 1 to pay another visit to the Pacific Ocean. As trite and car-commercial-like as it may be,…
How do I convey the magic of getting in a car and simply driving down the California coast– on a Tuesday morning, all by myself, no less? Nothing in particular prompted this trip, other than my love for travel and a well-timed week with no other obligations. But of course, I am no stranger to…