Skating the line between fuck it and forever
LAS VEGAS ELOPEMENTS THAT DON’T FUCK AROUND
LAS VEGAS ELOPEMENTS THAT DON’T FUCK AROUND
You and yours have a chemistry that deserves to be captured exactly how it feels: off the walls, fun as fuck, and dripping in Vegas heat. And us? We’re here to make sure you walk away with photos that have ‘Holy shit, this was your wedding?’ written all over them.
If you’re gonna do this, do it like you fucking mean it. Eloping isn’t about playing it safe. Go all in, take the risk, and do love on your terms. No scripts. No seatbelts.
Say the word and we’ll get it done.
I grew up in SoCal when punk, skating, and surf culture weren’t just aesthetics—they were a way of life. Tattoo shops were where I killed time. Live music kept me sane. Skate decks and album covers taught me how to see the world in color.
That shit shaped me. And now, it shapes everything I shoot.
Before this, I spent years traveling. Lived in a handful of countries. Read a lot. Saw even more. That’s what sharpened my eye—knowing how to catch a moment that most people miss, to make something feel legendary without forcing it.
High-voltage energy runs through everything I do. All heat, all love.
By night, I trade in the uniform for hot pink sweats, leopard print slippers, and two little boys climbing all over me. My life is a mix of chaos, creativity, and taking care of the people I love—Bri, our boys, and the couples who trust us to document their wildest moments. That’s what makes this whole thing worth it.
I didn’t grow up dreaming about photography. I grew up in stage lights, moving to the music, and knowing exactly how to command a moment. As a former showgirl, dancer, and model, I learned how to make things look effortless, even when every detail was calculated to a T. That’s the magic. And that’s exactly what I bring behind the lens.
I can see the things you don’t—how your jacket falls, the way your hands land, the tilt of your chin that takes a good shot to a great fucking one. Dan dials in the shot and I fine-tune the details. Together, we make sure every single frame hits just right.
Off set? I’m still running the show. Keeping up with two wild little boys and making sure this whole operation stays tight. It’s a lot of moving parts, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Dan with the eye, Bri with the details, both of us bringing the energy. It’s a full-force creative storm, and trust us, you want to be in the middle of it.
Dan with the eye, Bri with the details, both of us bringing the energy. It’s a full-force creative storm, and trust us, you want to be in the middle of it.
Here’s the thing, we take that jack of all trades, master of none-shit to heart. That’s why we only do elopements (and we’re damn good at it, too). See for yourself, yeah?
Edgy editorial and cocaine chic
Dan— Rock the Casbah by The Clash
Bri— Red Eyes by The War On Drugs
Our boys, Jag and Ziggy. Plus our animal pack—the big dogs Cali, Yaya, and Zeppelin, a desert tortoise named Batman, and a peacock named Axl Featherose.
“She’s got the biggest fucking heart—like, actually the most caring, selfless human alive (to a fault, sometimes). She’s also hilarious, keeps up with my shit, and makes everyone around her feel at home. Work-wise? She’s got the kind of eye that turns “cool” into “fucking insane,” and her drive is something else. I’ve never met someone who works harder while making it all look effortless. Honorary mention, she’s the best fucking mom in the world—my boys and I lucked out big time.”
“The most relentless person I know—in the best way. If Dan wants something, he’s making it happen, no questions asked. He’ll do anything for the people he cares about (couples included) and somehow juggles 50 things at once without missing a beat. In the field? He hypes you up, makes you feel like a fucking star, and captures moments like no one else. He really fucking loves what he does. He’s our tatted-up baby daddy and the glue that holds this whole thing together.”
We don’t force shit. We just know when it works. Ready when you are.