hello, friend—

It’s nearly midnight, and I can’t stop thinking about it. That idea we shared… it’s haunting in the best way. I keep circling it, like smoke, like a promise. That’s why I’m here — to make something with meaning. To chase silence. To craft what’s mine, and somehow still leave it yours.

I can’t seem to shake it.
Call me when you wake up... |

Emily Zoe is a film photographer documenting the intimate, the undone, and the raw.

A person sitting on a weathered wooden dock with bare legs extended, next to a body of water, with a black line drawn along the length of their leg.
A black and white photo of a nude woman sitting on a wooden dock by the water, with trees in the background.
Text that reads 'E M I Z Y Z' in stylized, outlined black letters.
A woman taking a mirror selfie with a camera, wearing a black top and a gold necklace.

Its unpredictability isn’t a flaw but a magnet, drawing both the artist and subject closer to a magical view of their reality.

Film is a philosophy.

An addiction.

A way of seeing and documenting the world that feels exponentially creative, curious, and undeniably human.

| AN ANALOG

MINDSET

A woman with a short bob haircut, wearing a wide-brimmed hat, sweater, and dress, holding a camera, standing on a wooden lookout platform outdoors with trees and clouds in the background.

What stuck to your bones.
What cracked you open.
What you almost forgot…
Let’s photograph all of it.

I work with 35mm, medium format, and instant film —
the kind you hold, wait for, feel.
Delivered digitally alongside printed works.

A nude woman lying on a wooden bench outdoors with mountains and blue sky in the background.
A black and white photo of a woman standing in a doorway, looking at a man who is turned away from the camera, inside a house with a ceiling fan and large windows.
Person wearing a sleeveless blue top with arms crossed over a background of pink and white flowers.
A black-and-white photo of a woman taking a selfie with a compact digital camera, her hair tousled and partially covering her face, with her shoulder and arm visible.
A woman with messy, shoulder-length hair taking a black-and-white mirror selfie with a compact camera, focusing on her face and shoulders.
A person with tousled dark hair taking a black and white mirror selfie, holding a camera in front of their face, with a minimally visible shoulder and arm.
A woman is standing nude in a bedroom, lifting her top over her head, with artwork on the wall behind her.
A person bending over, seen from behind, wearing a sleeveless top. In the background, two jackets are hanging on a wall; one is a white jacket with a flower graphic and the text "Call Me You Get Lost."

I see it before you say it. That dream you had. That feeling you couldn’t name. I’ll pin it down, hold it to the light, and turn it until it makes sense. That’s what I do. I’m a seer. And a maker.