"A Place To Rest My Head"

Photographer + Writer || Natalie Allen
Photographer + Writer || Natalie Allen
Photographer + Writer || Natalie Allen
Photographer + Writer || Natalie Allen
Photographer + Writer || Natalie Allen
Photographer + Writer || Natalie Allen
Photographer + Writer || Natalie Allen
Photographer + Writer || Natalie Allen

"A Place To Rest My Head"

A new ongoing photo project hi-lighting the intimate appreciation of interpersonal relationships. The raw, unpoised, and deeply soulful moments between two people. Whoever, wherever. Captured on 35mm or 120 film.

CASTING CALL: Real-life partners (however you two want to define that) who aren't afraid of the camera. Must be 18+. All genders, sexual orientations, races, ages, ableism's, and personal identities are encouraged.

Email me at info@natalieallen.co if you want to get creative with me on this project. 

I've Got Some Exciting News...


Kick Your Ass & Good Things Will Follow

Well, I have some exciting news.

You're looking at Moment's all-new mother freaking Writer.

Additionally, I'll be helping lead not one... not two... but THREE travel photography workshops across the gorgeous sprawling vistas of Havasupai Falls, the Grand Canyon, and Antelope Canyon. Read more information on how to sign up and enter a giveaway HERE: https://www.shopmoment.com/travel

Pouring my energy into something this big and exciting feels so right. I'll finally be able only work on photography projects that perfectly align with my passionate pursuits and make all dreams become a reality. I"m so ready.

This is going to be good. I'm stoked. 

Joshua Tree Acres


(^What the video above!)

A Place Beyond the Highway

This past Wednesday and Thursday turned out to be a wild night under the stars with some super beautiful people. The pictures truly speak for themselves in this set, I'm incredibly proud of these images. I've been to Joshua Tree three times during THIS YEAR ALONE and they its keeps getting better and better. What an inspiraional place.

I mean, look at that freaking coyote. And the air-streams. Oh my lanta.

Resistance: Phoenix Protest, 2017


One Voice. 10,000 People.

Less than a week after the terror at Charlottesville, Trump made plans to come to Phoenix where it was rumored he will pardon former Sheriff Joe Arpaio for years of unlawful conduct. Arizonians, such as myself, understand just how devastating and treacherous this is.

Thousands of bodies were peacefully protesting outside the hot streets of Downtown Phoenix. Everyday people -- like you and I -- of all age, race, sexual orientation, religion, and class. Many volunteers were graciously giving out free water bottles and snacks, while others roamed the dirty roads picking up each other's trash. It was a community. We had each other's backs.

After I had been separated from my boyfriend trying to find a few girlfriends of mine, tear gas stream lined across my face as hundreds of people were pushing and shoving to evacuate. My eyes were involuntary shutting and my stomach began to churn. I grew shaky and weary of my surroundings. Antifa groups then began to unnecessarily  throw water bottles and tear gas canisters back at the police (to those who are skeptical of these claims, yes. It happened. I was there and saw it. Dumb move.) causing the officers to then deploy air soft bullets, fire crackers, and alarmingly loud grenades that scared the masses of people. Many protesters were hit, including my boyfriend.

I grew frightened. I ran inside the air conditioning of a nearby AMC waiting for a familiar face to pass by. I luckily found my friend, Will, who drove with me and we walked towards the ASU shuttle bus to wait for Reyce to come back from filming / recording the event. 

We went to a friend's house to debrief over Jimmy John's and a card game later that night. No major incidents or casualties, thank goodness. But nonetheless frightening and chaotic at an inessential level.

Please be safe. Please raise your voice. Continue to fight.