About Me

I'm based in Sevenoaks, just outside London. My creative journey started in 2006 when I started tinkering around with graphic design software. At the time, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, so I was overjoyed when I discovered software packages like Photoshop and Illustrator. Since then, I have been involved in various creative pursuits, namely graphic design, web development, photography, videography, multimedia design, and music.

In 2011 I took the plunge and became a full-time photographer. I naively embarked on a journey that has seen me shoot over three hundred weddings, hundreds of family shoots, engagement shoots, corporate events and commercial shoots. To this day, I haven't lost my desire to ensure I give my best to every wedding I shoot, whether it's a tiny elopement or a sprawling affair.

I'm married to an amazing change manager and artist named Ruth. We have a daughter who is the light of our lives.

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Frequently Asked Questions

Weddings are £1200 for an average of nine hours coverage including bride preparation, ceremony, family photos, creative photo shoot and reception until roughly thirty minutes after the first dance. Engagement shoots and family shoots are £250 for a 45-60 minute shoot. This includes standard editing for all images, which includes sharpness, colour correction and exposure tweaks. I may need my travel costs reimbursed if your wedding is beyond a reasonable distance from Sevenoaks.

I always try to have them edited and ready for download within a week or two of the wedding. Engagement shoots are generally quicker because there are fewer photos, and therefore, less editing involved.

Yes, I have a backup camera body and many lenses on every shoot.

It is somewhere in the region of 300. I've shot everything from intimate elopements to sprawling affairs with nearly two thousand guests.

Yes, I can have an album made for you if you like. Speak to me about current options and prices.

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