The Lowcountry
Corvette enthusiast, obsessive movie watcher, traveler, foodie, and amateur model. Welcome to my little corner of the internet.
A Little About Me
By day I crunch numbers as an accountant and CFO, but my real happy place is out exploring with the love of my life James and our three furry children. Together we’re always chasing down good food, hitting the beach, zipping around in my special edition C8 Corvette, affectionately named Stella, or traveling somewhere new just to see what’s out there. There’s nothing quite like the roar of a naturally aspirated V8 on an open backroad.
When we’re not on the road, you’ll probably find us watching a movie I’ll be quoting word-for-word by tomorrow. I also love taking photos everywhere I go, from sunsets at golden hour to random moments that just catch my eye. Modeling started as a fun weekend thing and honestly, it still is — no agencies, no pressure, just good energy and whatever feels right.
It all comes from the same place — doing what I love, without asking anyone first.
I don’t dress for anyone’s approval. Sunglasses on, hoodie over a bikini, mirrored aviators with wet curls — beach vibes mixed with whatever I grabbed first. Fashion doesn’t have to be complicated; throw on what you love, carry yourself with confidence, don’t think twice.
Same goes for the rest of it. The long way home if it’s a better drive. The extra hour on the couch if the movie’s any good. The afternoon with the camera instead of the inbox. Life’s a lot lighter when you stop running every choice past someone else first.
The hard part was never the choice — it’s everyone else’s noise about it.
I don’t give a damn what other people think.
This little corner is mine. No agency, no roster, no booking page — just the features I want to run, on whatever catches my eye. Stay a while.
The Features
6.2 Liters of Devotion No. 01
A love letter to an American supercar.
Torch Red, with black stripes running right down her spine. All curves, no apologies. And a V8 that doesn't just start — it moans.
Live oaks close in overhead. The sun bleeds through the canopy. And the exhaust comes up behind me like she's whispering something I shouldn't repeat.
Paint protection film by Apex Autoworks Bluffton, SC
She doesn't take corners. She flirts with them.
And when the road opens up —
so does she.
— Alice
One Afternoon, Five Frames No. 02
It was supposed to be a quick wash. James handed me a microfiber and said twenty minutes — just knock the dust off, and we’d go to dinner. Neither of us believed it; this was always going to take more than twenty minutes, and by the look of it the afternoon was going to turn a little wet and wild.
It was hot — the kind of Lowcountry hot where the air doesn’t bother to move — so I swapped the dinner outfit for daisy dukes, flip-flops, and a bikini top, and got to work. I’m a hands-on kind of girl. I take it real slow when I’m cleaning her up after a dirty ride.
Stella deserves the attention, frankly. She’s red, and loud, and demands to be touched. So I went over every inch — rubbing it real good, sponge in one hand, towel in the other, because she’s the kind of car you don’t half-ass.
By hour two, the hood was wet, and so was I. The sun was doing its thing, and it was HOT. Sweat met suds, sunscreen gave up, my hair stuck to my neck in the kind of way you stop trying to fix. James was laughing too hard to be useful. Stella was unbothered.
Somewhere between the last rinse and the last laugh, the sun started to set — and the wash turned into a fun, off-the-cuff photo shoot. Stella was spotless when we walked away. I was a wreck — sweat-streaked, sore in all the right places, and not even pretending to be sorry.
And dinner? We ordered in.
Life's too short to be boring. I chase what makes me happy — and I don't look back.
fin.
