Bio:

I was born in Gardena, California.

At the age of 4, my parents and I moved to Tehran, Iran.

In 2001, a month before 9/11, I was sent back to America to continue my education and pursue a career.

In 2005, I lost my mother to cancer and dropped out of college.

The following years, I spent most of my time on MySpace while trying to figure out what to do with my life. By doing so, I was exposed to a world of visual arts like I had never experienced before. I fell in love with graphic design and decided to go to school for it.

I graduated in 2011, and around the same time, was given a digital camera by one friend and a film camera by another.

I was working as a graphic designer and photographing friends and friends of friends on the weekends for fun. Eventually, I got fired from that job but kept doing photo shoots while looking for another design job.

Slowly, I started booking clients who were willing to pay me a few hundred bucks to shoot stuff for their brands, so I decided to pursue a new career and become a male stripper. Kidding. I decided to pursue photography as a career instead of design.

From 2013 to 2016, I made “a name” in the industry by photographing celebrities, models, and working with renowned brands like Bare Minerals, Jaguar North America, The Hundreds, House of Bijan, and your mom. Still reading?

Towards the end of 2015, I started realizing that most of my pursuits had been superficial. I started questioning my direction and the intentions behind it. Everything I had been photographing until that point was a copy of other people’s blueprints that came before me.

In 2016, I found meditation and began the process of dismantling all I had known and held onto. The more I dug in, the more I realized I don’t know anything about the intricacies of life or have any self awareness; and that I am, in fact, a dumb ass.

The process of meditation was so shocking that I became curious about a bunch of other subjects like mysticism, quantum physics, and natural laws. I formed a new relationship with light, photography, history, and mythology.

That same year I stopped posting on social media and taking on new clients. I fell in love with photographing plants and flowers, and my main subject of study became light itself. I found that the only way to truly showcase light was to use shadows, thus establishing an approach in my work that became very shadow-heavy.

From 2016 to 2018, I worked on a coffee table book shot entirely on film using analog cameras and natural light called Private Collection. I self-published and sold out the first edition.

In 2019, I collaborated with Feeny’s Photo on a collection of 1 of 1 pieces based around film photography called Optica. We presented the series during a month-long exhibition in Beverly Hills, California. This collaboration allowed us to take photography and turn it into a sculptural experience.

Additionally, in 2019, I published a book titled 'Photo Zero.' This work is rooted in the belief that the eye behind the viewfinder is a more crucial element in photography than the camera itself. The foundation of the book, referred to as 'Chapter 0,' emphasizes the importance of presence and the practice of shifting perspectives.

In 2020, the pandy (pandemic) hit.
The world shut down, but I was already accustomed to a slower pace of life, so I continued photographing plants and flowers. However, towards the end of the year, I began to reconnect and collaborate with models from the earlier part of my career.

This resurgence set the stage for the following years, where my work has evolved into a blend of everything I’ve been capturing for the past decade: people, nature, cars, architecture, and your mom (still reading?).

It’s now 2025, and I’ve become the photographer behind something that is part art gallery, part secret society. A curated world for those who prefer their editorials rare, unsearchable, and completely offline. It’s built on trust, taste, and the quiet understanding that not everything needs to be public (like your mom).

Alright wrap it up! That was just uncalled for.

Was this even a good bio? I am as confused as you are. But there’s a lot of freedom in knowing that 90% of people’s attention spans are fried, and the other 10% are too busy worrying about themselves and the microplastics in their butts.

Which means in 20 minutes, you won’t remember what happened to you on this page and you’ll go back to worrying about the microplastics in your tits.

I only wrote all this because a gallerist told me it’s good to “share your story,” so… that’s what we got.

Taxes are haram.