People ask me about me how I became a photographer. I always tell that I like photojournalism and fine art. I always have. My grandfather was a photographer and an architect and I remember growing up, hiding under desks in his room, while he was making the new projects or watching fresh prints. On my mother’s side, we have the artists. My mother paints and so my sister. At my grandmother’s house, you’d find antique furniture, paintings, canvases all around the place.

I don’t like to draw. I do it only if I had to for my little daughter.

It took me years to become a wedding photographer and express myself creatively. Few years as a graphic designer helped me, but even though I did many successful projects, I soon realized that wasn’t the thing I wanted to do.

I was wasting the time.

I’ve always loved photography but I didn’t get into to it until 2001. I learned the basics of the darkroom, shooting black and white film in the university. Soon thereafter I moved into digital and I haven’t looked back since. A couple of years later I started doing wedding photography and portraits. I started to realize I could tell the stories around me.

I’ve realized I’m good at telling stories – long and short – mine and others – and there’s nothing I love more.

Over the last 8 years, I’ve been incredibly lucky, I’ve shot weddings all over the world for people from all walks of life. I’ve learned to listen to the people and to the stories they tell and create the absolutely special and unique pictures for them.

In 2011 I moved to California, San Francisco and I started my photography business all over again from the beginning. It was easy. Every street in the city was amazingly beautiful, people was nice, the weather was perfect! What else do you need for the inspiration? Maybe some love.

I met a wonderful person, we got married and moved to Santa Monica. A year after, my daughter was born and I forgot about everything. Now I’m back to business and I’m so excited about being a family and newborn photographer too.