All the major threads of my life have traced an odyssean circle.

As a teenager, I absconded to a six-month job in the backcountry of Kings Canyon National Park, building segments of the Pacific Crest Trail at 13,000 feet. I figured I’d think about a vocation afterward.

That six months turned into a decade. Through trial by fire, I gigged and apprenticed my way around the world. Among other things, I’ve been a ski instructor, masseuse, pyrotechnician, farmhand, heavy machinery operator, tech evangelist, writer, and drystone mason—but modeling was my mainstay.

Photography was a fixture in my life from the beginning: before I set off around the world, I shot black and white film that I developed in a community college darkroom as a private adolescent obsession. As a model, I got to watch the creative processes of countless photographers from the other side of the lens while I posed atop double-decker buses in Hong Kong, in ornate bat-infested ruins outside Havana, in frigid waves off the shores of Hobart.

When lockdown grounded everything, I circled around to formal study for the first time, enrolling in online community college before transferring to Stanford University to study Computer Science. Meanwhile, a photographer I admired offered me a sponsored seat in her digital portraiture course. Not long after, an old friend asked if she could hire me for an intimate maternity session. That cracked something open. I loved every part of that shoot: the logistics, the anticipatory brainstorming, the dynamism of side-stepping both inclement weather and a citywide power outage, the honor of being entrusted with such an intimate and celebratory moment, the technical experimentation.

Drawn to the luxuriantly feral, experiential, conceptual, and human. Based in San Francisco; available worldwide.