Badges & Awards
“HOLY CANNOLI, YOU’RE GETTING MARRIED! You’re about to embark on one of the most amazing, fantastic, whirlwind experiences of your life. YOU ARE GETTING FRICKEN’ MARRIED TO YOUR DANG SOULMATE. You are committing yourselves to each other and that is a HUGE deal. This is honestly one of the biggest decisions of your life, marriage isn’t easy and planing a wedding is DEFINITELY not easy. It doesn’t matter if you are planning the cutest-most-adorable intimate wedding at a really funky, fun, offbeat venue in Brooklyn. Or, declaring your love to each other in a mossy valley under a waterfall surrounded by mountains in Iceland with only the two of you. It still takes planning and planning is hard. This is where I come in like a Knightess in fricken’ armor.
Hey there, I’m Steph! I’m an Adventure Elopement & Intimare Wedidng photographer based in both Iceland & Brooklyn. (SAY WHAT!!) My couples are offbeat, adventurous, quirky, and comfortable getting dirt in their shoes and windswept hair. Their weddings are a celebration of their love and not just another event. They want to have fun during their wedding, laugh at all of the weird shit that happens throughout the day, and stuff their faces with pizza afterwards. They also for sure are not looking for the typical boring photography and want something a bit more spicy.
I drink too much coffee (2 French presses a day, YIKES), eat too much cheese, and believe in having the most fun with what I do.
I get my clients let down their awkward and feel comfortable in front of my camera.
I am obsessed with volcanos and sea cliffs.
I will want to see photos of your cats. I will want to see your doggo.
I will also probably crack a few too many dad jokes.
I have been documenting weddings for going on 13yrs. with over 250 under my belt. This ain’t my first rodeo.
I have been adventuring for Destination Weddings for the past 6yrs.
My story is a pretty fun story, remind me to tell you some of it as we adventure along together. And, remind me to tell you when Bradley Cooper screamed at my face. Or when Amanda Palmer was naked in my car in Iceland.”