Heya! I'm Nis.
(Annissa, if I'm in trouble).
Polar opposite of a star-athlete, caffeine fiend, an empath, and a west-side chick with a diverse music taste, who can't sit still and makes sure she's busy before she dissipates from boredom (and she wonders why she never has time for herself lol).
Learning the ropes of motherhood at a young age.
I wouldn't say 24 is too young, but I know I wasn't ready for such a big commitment. I watched every TikTok, every Instagram reel, read every pregnancy and baby book you could find - in the end, it was the way my mum instincts kicked in as I waited 8 hours to see my daughter in the NICU.
No one warned me for how much love you could have for a human. No one prepared me for such sacrifice. I soon as I could feel my legs after my C-Section, I demanded that I see her because I felt something missing. it wasn't until another 4 hours went by that they finally wheeled me next to a tiny bed that held my little girl. Her little toes wriggling for comfort, her tiny fingers balled into fists as she slept on her belly. Her breath-rate slowed as soon as I talked to her. A power that I never knew I had. I was this person's safe place. I was her home.
I look at her now with such passion and love - how did she grow so quickly overnight? I feel like I'm missing so much even when I'm with her 24/7.
She's my reason for being the capturer of memories for every other family. Moments flicker by, at the blink of your eye.
I was given my first DSLR camera by my parents at the age of 14. I had no clue what to do with it, but I made sure that I read up on as much as I could. I used my friends and family as models and tried different settings to really capture my passion.
My work wasn't done.
I went to university at 18 and studied my ass off - before realising that writing essays wasn't me and I was losing my passion for photography because they made it seem not-so-fun.
My passion? Easy.
My daughter - my life, the reason I get out of bed, my number one cheerleader without even realising it. Without her, I wouldn't know the type of love that comes out of taking photos. I look back at her newborn photos and cry over the memories. I look back at my pregnant belly and beg for time to go back just to feel those kicks one last time.
The moment I opened my eyes and realised that she didn't fit the newborn nappies anymore, I started documenting the good, the bad, the ugly. Because one day, we will miss all of it.
My Absolute Musts
All- Round Passion
My initial passion may be my own family, but what keeps me going in this business is YOU. I wouldn't be where I am if I didn't have boss-ass clients. What fuels my fire? Hearing families say "holy shit...that's us".
Connection over money.
It's that simple. Why would I put you and your family through a shoot that's just going to make you walk away and say "she was a bit weird. I didn't like her at all"? I'd rather build a connection with you from start to finish - making sure we vibe, and that we're on the same wavelength. That's how I tell a story through your pictures.
Trust...like telling your bestie a secret.
It's literally just like that...you can tell me anything. Want to tell me during your family shoot that you've just found out you're pregnant? Girl I've got you - let's get some piccies of you announcing it.
Including literally everyone.
I am the absolute last person to judge anyone. I include any and all bodies - no matter the colour, size, or even how much fur you have (obvi I'm talking about your family pet but I won't question it if you're furry too). No one deserves to be put in a corner - let me make you feel beautiful in the most leap-jumping way.
