Some people spend their childhoods dreaming of becoming astronauts, doctors, or pop stars. Me? I was a seven-year-old drawing floor plans and walking around my parents’ house with a hand mirror, trying to imagine what it would look like if the entire thing were flipped. Not sure what I was hoping to achieve, but I suspect I was just an architect trapped in a child’s body, yearning for a T-square and a client who would take my visionary genius seriously—until I realized I was horrible at math, and that dream crumbled faster than a cheaply built McMansion.

I also had a (possibly creepy) habit of staring into strangers’ homes from the backseat of my parents’ car at night—purely for research purposes, of course. If they left their curtains open and the lights on, I considered that an open invitation to study their interior design choices. I spent many Christmases peering into the grand mansions around Lake Calhoun in Minneapolis as my parents drove us around to look at the Christmas lights, wondering what it felt like to exist inside those spaces. Honestly, if Zillow had been around when I was a kid, I would have been that 10-year-old scrolling through million-dollar listings for fun.

My love affair with architecture didn’t stop there. Frank Lloyd Wright’s Usonian style had me in a chokehold from the moment I discovered it. I’ve made the pilgrimage to Taliesin in Spring Green, Wisconsin, just to breathe in the genius. Craftsman homes? Perfection. Mid-Century design? An actual gift to humanity. My grandparents had a gorgeous Mid-Century home when I was growing up, and I was obsessed. Clean lines? Sign me up.

Photography was the other constant in my life. I’ve loved it since I was old enough to pick up a camera, but I started my professional career in portrait photography. I even had a studio for several years. Eventually, though, my obsession with houses took over, and I transitioned into architectural photography. I’m entirely self-taught, which means I’ve spent years obsessing over lighting, angles, lenses, camera settings, flashes, tripods, and the best ways to make a house look like it belongs on the vision board of a mildly unhinged but aspirational Pinterest user.And that’s how I ended up here—photographing homes, writing about homes, thinking about homes, and trying not to judge people who think Tuscan kitchens are still a thing. Unretouched and Unbothered is my corner of the internet where I get to combine my love of architecture, interiors, and photography with a little bit of wit, a little bit of snark, and a lot of strong opinions about bad staging. Stay tuned for tips, tricks, and maybe a few horror stories from the world of real estate photography. Proceed at your own risk. 😉