Hi, I’m Emma! Some days you can catch me poolside with a tiki drink in hand or binge watching Harrison Ford movies, but the rest of the time I'm enduring the shit unpleasant less-than-ideal weather in Kansas City. I moved there from Las Vegas NV 3 years ago, and no.. my mom isn't a stripper, I didn't live in a casino, and I rarely visit the strip when I go back home. I was once a nightclub host where I showed Micheal Phelps to his table and that is literally my biggest claim to fame in the Vegas industry. Anyways, Kansas City is currently my happy place, and I enjoy more than ever being able to park where ever I please and being able to buy a dank as fuck old fashion for under 10 bucks. Yes guys, I am living THE DREAM over here!
I became a photographer because I was working a shit job and I was broke AF. A girls got to hustle. But guess what? I wound up loving that ish... like loving it the way you love your S.O., love it. There’s nothing like following two people around and documenting how freaking obsessed with each other they are. Note to self, that sentence could also wind-up on a serial killer subreddit. While I think it’s important for you to know that I’m a die-hard Star Wars fan that rides motorcycles and could subsist entirely off Olive Garden breadsticks and Jack Daniels, that’s not why you’re here. Unless it is? Holler at me…
To me, being your photographer is more of a friendship than anything else. I want you to come to me and be like “Emma Lady Person halppp.. I need you to make me feel beautiful” and I’m going to come back to you with a “Yass Queen!” because you know what, you’ve got just as many hours in the day as Beyonce does and we can make this shit happen. I know how important these photos are and I’m here for it. I’m also here for the cake and champagne, but 99% for the photos.
IMMA SLAY AT TAKIN YO WEDDING PICS, fam
(I just really wanted an excuse to put this gif on my page)