The Bahia Collection
The photographs that now live throughout The Bahia Hotel and at SUR Beach House were born out of that stretch of time and the many trips that followed.
They were made in the ocean, in the desert, on dirt roads, and on quiet beaches that most visitors never see unless someone nudges them to go. Finding those photographs changed my relationship with Baja. The act of searching for them — driving farther than planned, paddling out when it wasn't perfect, staying until the light disappeared — gave me a connection to this place that lasts to this day.
My intention with the work inside Bahia is simple. The images are not about observing someone else's life. They are meant to make you feel like you are already inside it. They are not fantasies. They are coordinates — reminders that the best parts of Cabo are not behind gates, hints at what you can find when you step off the beaten path and ask the right questions.
To me, The Bahia has always been a launch point, but it is also something equally important: a place to land after a long day in the desert or the ocean. After driving the East Cape. After exploring a canyon. After chasing light until it disappears. It has everything you need when you return — thoughtful rooms, exceptional food, space to sit still for a moment, and space to reset before doing it all again the next day.
What began as a dusty arrival at the end of a road trip became an ongoing creative partnership. Over time, Lee and Meredith and I refined the visual identity that now lives throughout the hotel: minimal but powerful, adventurous but grounded, elegant without losing its edge. Being the resident artist at Bahia is not about having work on the walls. It is about sharing a philosophy of Cabo — one that values exploration over insulation and experience over excess.
Each one points somewhere real. And if you feel the pull to go find it yourself, that means it's working.
If you stay at Bahia Hotel in Cabo San Lucas, you'll see my photographs throughout the property and at SUR Beach House. Look closely. Each one points somewhere real. And if you feel the pull to go find it yourself, that means it's working.
The first time I drove into Cabo, I arrived dusty, sunburned, and unsure of where I was going to sleep. Lizzie, Josh, and I had just finished a long road trip down the Baja Peninsula, photographing empty beaches, desert highways, hidden surf breaks, and wandering deep enough into Baja to find the kinds of moments that only exist when you give yourself enough time to get lost. Lizzie had spent years returning to Cabo and understood the rhythm of the place. She introduced us to Lee and Meredith, who run Bahia Hotel & Beach House.
What they were building felt different immediately. It felt connected to Baja, to the soul of it, to the rhythm of this ocean desert life. It wasn't trying to contain guests the way an all-inclusive resort might. It felt like a jumping-off point into the real adventures of the southern tip of Baja California. They invited us to stay, not as a formal commission, not with contracts or expectations, just trust.
That week quietly became the foundation of something much larger. Each morning I would head out before the light hardened. Some days we drove toward the East Cape chasing swell. Other days we pushed inland, wandering arroyos and desert canyons, talking about how the energy of Baja could live inside the walls of a boutique hotel in Cabo San Lucas. We weren't trying to decorate rooms. We were trying to capture access — the feeling that the world outside the lobby was wide open and waiting.
