Why did my older sister have a shaved head?  Remember, moments
are not just moments at all.  Every week someone asks me “what
is it that got you into photography?”  Followed by “why the
vintage style?”  Good questions. I think I’ve figured it out.
When I was growing up as a little girl in Kitchener, Ontario,
for as long as I can remember, I would regularly sneak into the
basement to dust off our family’s old photo albums.  I would
spend hours poring over the Polaroids. The 35mm shots. The
disposable camera shots. Pictures where the view finder was
slightly covered by someone’s finger.  And I was more and more
curious.  Look at how young my Mom looked.  Did that green
1950’s car belong to my Dad?  Why did my older sister have a
shaved head?  I couldn’t get enough of those old photos. When I
go back to visit my parents, I still do the same old ritual.
Seriously, I do. Those vintage photos are like magnets to me.
It even affected my choice of wedding dress, which you can see
in my photo on the right.  I think