WHEN REWILDING MEANS BURNING EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND…

REINTRODUCING MY PORTRAIT BUSINESS…AND MYSELF

Rewilding…kinda seems like a buzzword, doesn’t it?
Yet, it explains it so well.
Untaming is another version that feels true. 

Somewhere along the way, I had become tame, palatable, and so very pleasing. The pretty pictures were indeed pretty, and I, the perfect poster child, never made any waves.
Yet, something inside of me was slowly dying with every modification and conformity.
I spoke about authenticity, yet something inside me felt like I was lying to myself and to the world. My masks were many, and with every single one I placed on my tired face, I chipped away a little bit of my soul.

One night, when the masks felt the heaviest, I said ‘enough’ to everything and walked away.
Enough with the appeasing, the minimising, the taking shit from others. Enough with setting aside things I believed with every fibre of my being, just to avoid being disliked. I started welcoming my anger. My zero fucks began to appear. And soon, I found myself speaking up. Setting boundaries. And slowly, I began to resent what I had built. 

I loved it once. It was indeed beautiful, and it gave me a life beyond anything I could ever have imagined.
But it was no longer for me. I had truly outgrown it. 
I didn’t rewild my business because I wanted a rebrand. I rewilded it because it started to feel like something I didn’t recognise anymore. Like something that had been made palatable. Sharpened down to fit inside someone else’s idea of what a photography business should be. I am my business, and as I was untaming myself, I had to do the same to my business. One cannot be free without the other. 

I had built systems and offerings that looked good, sure, but they weren’t mine anymore.
They didn’t taste like me.
So I burned it all down…almost.

Not the craft, not the connection, not the art, but everything around it that had started to smell like performance. Everything that made me feel like I had to chase, compete, and explain myself to people who only pretended to understand.

I didn’t dismantle what I do. I dismantled the noise that wrapped around it. 

I stopped looking sideways and started listening inward. And what came back was pure, inadulterated instinct. 

Wild. Tender. Clear. 

So very, beautifully clear. And it was screaming at me to be heard.

It’s not like I work much differently now. But there is indeed a shift, which feels profound. Like my heart has been unchained and released back my joy of creation to me. Something to give back to you.
 
I work with people who are done hiding. I meet them at their holy places, their silences, and their stories. The places that might ache, but are accepted as truth. Fully out in the light. Not in the shadows. 

What I do isn’t about fixing. I’m not here to soften you or save you. You’ve already done that on your own.
I’m here for the ones who have already come through the fire. The ones who have done the work, who have stopped apologising, who are done asking for permission.

You know who you are.
You just want to be seen in it. Fully. Unfiltered. Unhidden.

And that’s the core of what I do.

That’s what rewilding has given me.
I don’t perform anymore. I don’t polish.
I don’t make you smaller to make you easier to look at. I see you as you are.
I meet you where you are. And together we make something that feels a little bit like freedom, even when it is hard.

And I think that is more beautiful than anything pretty…

Are you curious to work with me? 
I know, I am curious to work with you.