Messy toys on the floor and warm cookies out of the oven and jumping on the bed and cuddling on the stairs and playing with dogs in the backyard. These things have always said more to me about real life than posed portraits on a gray backdrop.
Inviting someone in to where we cook and sleep and eat and play and live is a beautiful thing. It can also be a super vulnerable thing. It's a space that says a lot about who we are. It's the stories that exist in our homes. The wallpaper that you fought over and then worked together to put up. The spot on the carpet from when you dropped spaghetti. The old piano that you both learned to play on.
These are the stories I love capturing. The ones that are really worth sharing. Not the carefully-framed, perfect-life, Instagram-worthy shots, but rather the ones that capture genuine, authentic moments.