I’m a random girl. I cannot brag about photography being something that runs in the family. My parents have no idea what ‘DSLR’ stands for. My grandpa had everything he needed around the house, except for a red room, and to be honest – when I first laid my hands on a camera, I had no idea ‘the fuck I was doing. But I liked it. So much, that after a while a friend of mine told me that my camera would soon become a natural extension of my hand.
Who am I?