I’m a music photographer. Not a wedding shooter moonlighting in the pit, not someone snapping from the back row with a long lens. I’m in it — front and centre, shoulder-to-shoulder with the diehards, chasing moments that only happen once.

I cut my teeth shooting sport, but traded stadiums for sticky floors and dive bars, because music’s where the magic is. The sweat, the light, the noise — it’s chaos you can’t fake, and I don’t want to shoot anything else.

My work lives where performance meets presence. It’s about capturing the feeling of a night: that one chord that sets the place off, the blur of movement that somehow tells the whole story. I shoot because the scene deserves to be seen — because without images, the music disappears when the amps go cold.

I don’t just work for bands — I work with them. I understand the tempo, the beats between beats, the exact second before the stage explodes. Whether it's your first headline or your last encore, I’ll be there — framing the fire.

Let the music speak. I’ll make sure it’s seen.