It’s 2075, and you’re reaching for that worn leather album on the shelf—the one that’s seen better days because you’ve opened it so many times. You blow off the dust, and as you flip through the pages, it all comes rushing back.
You see the intricate lace on your gown, the spark in your eye, your partner’s quiet grin. There’s that one shot of the shoes kicked off after hours of dancing, and in the background and by your side, there’s a whole world of friends and family, some who aren’t with you anymore but somehow feel right there beside you.
The energetic buzz, the joy, the real, unfiltered moments—they’re all right here. And yeah, you get to show off how damn cool you were to the younger generations piled around you.
That’s why I do this. I’m here to capture the essence of your day in all its wild, beautifully chaotic glory—the big moments like the vows and first dances, but also the in-between moments that just can’t be planned and often go unnoticed. These are the memories that weave the fabric of your story.
Travel, concerts, and romanticizing life: Catch me chasing sunsets, getting lost in a good book (Sarah J. Maas, anyone?), losing my voice at concerts, and definitely ugly crying during your vows.
My human babies & fur babies: They keep me grounded and remind me why this all matters.
Me and My Mama, circa ‘91: The original duo.
Meet Josh: Also known as Mr. Rachel Bond Photo. My partner-in-crime
I lost my grandma recently, and she was the slightly neurotic (said with so much love) “photographer” of our family, always behind her old school film camera — but rarely in the photos herself. Looking back, I realize how much of my passion for storytelling stems from her influence. She taught me the beauty of preserving fleeting moments, of making memories that last long after we’re gone, and the fragility of our mortality.
Now, every time I pick up my camera, I think about her. She left us with something irreplaceable—a reminder to find beauty in the everyday, to soak in “plenty of nights under pink skies.” She showed us that sometimes, it’s the little things that carry the most weight.
I know that the photo I take of you and your loved ones might be the last, and that keeps me grounded. Because someday, these images will be what you pass down, each photo holding a sliver of your story.
I'm here for the rule-breakers, the all-night dancers, the hopeless romantics who aren't afraid to be themselves. For the humans who love hard and want photos to match.
Let’s toss out the clichés and create something that's so you it hurts (in the best way).