Hi, I'm Andrea!

Let's be real, hiring a professional dating photographer is pretty out-on-a-limb for most people; you're probably at least a little uncertain about this whole scenario. Hell, you may not have even known an online dating photographer was a thing until a few minutes ago. 

Since telling you about my education & qualifications is unlikely to make you feel any less nervous, let's do this instead: I'll share a bit about what I’m actually like as a person; what I'm like to be around. 

You’re probably wondering…is she cool?

Below is an assortment of tidbits about me, because that’s how I usually get to know people—in snippets of conversations. As a payoff at the end I’ll conclude with some family classics.

(TLDR: I’m not cool. But I *am* fun)

>>Let’s get this out of the way right off the bat: If we are eating out in public and there is sauce available, I *will* embarrass you with my sauce consumption. I fucking LOVE sauce. Hot sauce, ketchup, bbq, ranch, tartar, ALL THE SAUCE.

>>If you live in my building I will immediately learn your dog’s name but I cannot be counted on to remember yours (but don’t worry, I’m not shy and will ask you several times).

>>All prior plans are off if we encounter a rope swing. Rope swings turn me instantly into a wild 10 year old.

>>Let’s get this out of the way right off the bat: If we are eating out in public and there is sauce available, I *will* embarrass you with my sauce consumption. I fucking LOVE sauce. Hot sauce, ketchup, BBQ, ranch, tartar, ALL THE SAUCE.

>>If you live in my building I will immediately learn your dog’s name but I cannot be counted on to remember yours (but don’t worry, I’m not shy and will ask you several times).

>>All prior plans are off if we encounter a rope swing. Rope swings turn me instantly into a wild 10 year old.

>>When I’m shooting on location I have been known to occasionally eat shit—stepping off curbs, attempting to perch on branches that don’t hold my weight, etc.. If I start backing into traffic while we’re shooting, promise to grab me or yell our safe word (it’s "CORNDOG!").

>>My language can be kinda salty (you may have noticed). I might be making up for the years I was a high school photography teacher and had to keep everything PG. Or I might just like swear words :)

>>Birds have shat on my head a total of 3 times to date. Most recently it was while eating a donut (me, not the bird), no more than an hour after having a Texas Blowout. *a Texas Blowout is when you’re visiting Texas and you pay someone $80 to wash and blow-dry your hair.

>>Any excuse to wear sequins and I go full-sparkle. Sometimes I even get to wear sequins to work. I don’t always feel like a queen but I sure as hell do when I’m bossing people around while wearing a glamorous dress.