A note from Bella
Every time I go home to my mum’s, there’s one thing I always do — I open that drawer.
It’s full of old photo albums and curled-up prints. Most are decades old. But even after all this time, I still sit on the floor and look through them.
The faces, the moments, the love… it never gets old.
We live in a digital world now, and don’t get me wrong — I love that you can keep your photos on your phone or share them with a tap. But the ones that really stay with you?
They’re the ones you can actually hold. The ones hanging in the hallway. The ones your child will grow up seeing every day — quiet reminders of how deeply they’ve always been loved.
That’s something I feel in my bones, because for a long time, I didn’t have that.
Growing up, there were no baby photos of me on display. My younger brothers were everywhere — smiling from frames and tucked into albums — but I wasn’t. And although no one meant to, it made me feel a little forgotten. A little unseen.
Then, just before I specialised in newborn photography, I found my dad’s old camera buried in a box. Inside was a forgotten roll of film. I had it developed — and there I was. A tiny newborn, wrapped in white, held by my mum and my grandmother. My grandmother, who had already passed, was beaming.
Seeing that photo brought tears. Not just because I was in it — but because it reminded me how powerful it is to exist in a photograph. To be seen, remembered, loved.
That’s why I do what I do.
That’s why I believe in printing your photographs.
Not just for today, but for years from now — when your child will open a drawer, or glance at the wall, and know they’ve always had a place in your story.
This is why I offer more than just digital files. Your memories deserve more than a folder on your phone. They deserve a place in your home, your hands, your life.
— Bella