projects

Portraits of Australia’s Drag Queens and Kings both in and out of drag.

Looking at what gender and identity feels and looks like amongst Australia’s Drag Kings and Queens.

I took these images at my Sydney studio, of them in and out of drag and asked them to bring in an object that has meaning.

The work is a celebration of these incredible humans and the colour, lipstick, gloss and wigs of drag.

Portraits of the family members who lost loved ones in the September 11, Twin Towers terror attacks.

Working with an outreach agency in New York, I was privileged to take these intimate photographic portraits of survivors who lost loved ones in the Twin Towers terror attacks of September 11.

These incredible people came to my studio in New York and shared with me how over the past 25 years, they have found strength and continue to honour their loved ones every day.

This is what resilience looks like.

The performance art of Burlesque, movement, dance and performance .

These images explore the contemporary circus as a meeting place between dance, theatre and performance art.

Each photograph isolates a fleeting gesture, transforming movement into something sculptural and allowing us to see the precision, strength and vulnerability normally concealed within the speed of a live performance.

Here, the circus is less a place than a state of transformation: a world in which danger becomes beauty, discipline appears effortless and familiar bodies take on extraordinary forms.

The stillness of the photograph suspends each performer between reality and illusion. Together, the images celebrate those who create wonder by testing the limits of movement, identity and the human body.

A space suit reimagined with humor and quiet absurdity.

Space explores the tension between solitude and discovery. Perhaps it’s how each of us walks through life?

Shot at my studio in Sydney, using an authentic 1960 Mercury Space/Flight suit, as worn by the Apollo Astronauts of the time.

Against the blackness, unexpected fragments of earthly life appear: a bicycle, a bouquet of sunflowers, flashes of vivid colour. The sunflowers, my favourite flower, bring warmth, optimism and a sense of home into this otherwise cold and unfamiliar world.

They remind us that wherever we travel, we carry something deeply human with us: our memories, our humour, our longing for connection, and our instinct to search for light.

Photographs of personal belongings left behind at former Nazi concentration camps confront absence through presence, memory through object.

Photographed at two Nazi Concentration camps just outside of Berlin, Germany. It was unique and surreal and haunting to be handling these never before seen personal items, 80+ years after the actual person had used or worn them, at the very same camp, under inhumane conditions.

It is my wish for these images to ask you the viewer; who was this person that owned this item? Where did they live and what did they do, who did they love and who loved them? And what was a their ultimate fate?

It is only a matter of time that separates us for them. Please don’t forget us the images cry out with voices long silenced.

Looking at what courage, honour, sacrifice and service to country above oneself looks like.

I took 70 photographic portraits of the men and women who proudly served in the Australian Defense Force during times of conflict from the Vietnam war to the Afghanistan campaign.

The entire body of work was acquired by the prestigious Australia Australian War Memorial in Canberra.

Set within the fading architecture of aviation’s golden age, these photographs are my interpretation and a reimagined glamour and optimism of 1950s air travel.

Fashion, beauty and performance unfold through the windows of a grounded aircraft, a playful world suspended somewhere between nostalgia and fantasy.

Yet beneath the elegance lies a sense of impermanence. Bubbles drift and disappear; smoke hangs in the air; fire consumes what was once built to fly.

The glamour may be long gone, but through transformation and destruction, something new emerges suggesting that fire does not merely destroy; it also cleanses, releases and makes renewal possible.