Amy Oliver Photographer

Amy Oliver Photographer Hello there! I'm Amy! What's your name? My name is Amy. You clicked on this page because you probably want to know a bit more about me… Well, where do I start?

I take pretty photos and I adore my job but let's be real, my life is beautifully messy and a far cry from my pretty Instagram feeds! I do laugh (a lot) and mainly at my crazy one year old who's either taking her nappy off and leaving little ponds around my house or doing a 'bum-dance' and entertaining anyone who will watch and give her a clap. I ugly cry often at adds on TV (I blame sleep depriva

tion) and I usually have washing oozing from the laundry. Does that make you feel more at ease? I hope so. Here are the things I know... I love my husband Nathan, my beautiful little girls, Evie + Anna and documenting life in all it's mess and beauty. I love being a Mum, it's amazing. I find it crazy hard and also crazy beautiful. I've been a photographer for the last 7 years and I can't believe I get to do this for a 'job'. I love pretty things. I love baby wearing. Colours make me smile inside. I find marriage beautiful and also really hard, mainly becuase I desire to put myself before my husband. I drink coffee but I prefer a cup of tea. I have a Thermomix and I wish I used it more (am I aloud to say that? lol). I love black and white images, they make my heart smile. I co-sleep with my babies. I wish I painted and if I did I'd paint endless bouquets of flowers like Lulie Wallace. Since having babies I often struggle with my weight. Photos are my love language. I love vacuuming. I actually love Melbourne weather. I think my girls are hilarious. And cheeky. Very cheeky. Autumn always catches me off guard and I wish it lasted longer. When it comes to photography, I adore it. It's how I love to communicate. I’m so thankful for the beautiful people I’ve been able to meet and the incredibly special moments I’ve been able to be a part of with my camera in hand. I can’t imagine it getting any better than this. Thanks for stopping by…. anything else you’d like to know? Maybe we can have a cup of tea together? Amy x

P.S. If you'd like to see more of my life then checkout on Instagram. I promise to over-share and spam you with photos of my kids.

I turned 41 on Wednesday. Which feels slightly absurd because internally I still fluctuate between “capable adult woman”...
15/05/2026

I turned 41 on Wednesday. Which feels slightly absurd because internally I still fluctuate between “capable adult woman” and “someone who has lost her phone while actively holding it.”

But if I’m honest, I think I’m more excited about this decade than any other so far.

There’s something unexpectedly freeing about getting older. Not because everything magically becomes easier (absolutely not), but because the constant need to prove yourself starts loosening its grip a little. You care less about performing your life correctly and more about actually living it.

Hubbs and I spent the day at the Hot Springs this week, completely kid free, which honestly felt medically needed after the last few years, haha. We sat around in fluffy robes pretending we were serene wellness people instead of two exhausted parents discussing school lunches, whether we should divide and conquer Saturday sport or go together, and what snacks to pack for the two year old so he’s not running onto the court mid-game like an unhinged streaker.

Somewhere between the sauna and the cold plunge, I discovered I apparently love sauna culture with the intensity of someone about to become deeply annoying about it.

I’m now trying to convince Nath we need a barrel sauna at home immediately.
(If you own a sauna business and need photos, hit me up. I work for heat therapy.)

Then the other night, I went to my first live choral performance.

And this part surprised me.

I didn’t just enjoy it. It moved me in a way I wasn’t expecting at all. The sound felt almost physical. Like standing inside a living instrument while waves of human voices wrapped around you like blankets. It felt ancient and human and strangely sacred all at once.

I drove home thinking about how wild it is that at this stage of life, after babies and burnout and identity shifts and all the millions of tiny ways motherhood reshapes you, you can still discover entirely new parts of yourself….

New things to love.
New things to long for.
New ways of being in the world.

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Everything you need to know about booking a Mother’s Day Mini Session… 💕There are currently 5 spots left on Saturday 2nd...
29/04/2026

Everything you need to know about booking a Mother’s Day Mini Session… 💕

There are currently 5 spots left on Saturday 2nd and 5 on Sunday 3rd, and they’re quietly disappearing- only 3 sleeps before they kick off!

If those dates feel a bit too soon (because… life), I’ve also opened up post Mother’s Day sessions.

You can gift Mum the experience on Mother’s Day morning, and she’ll have a whole week to decide what to wear (no rushed outfit decisions the night before).

It’s a beautiful, meaningful gift. Something she’ll actually keep. ✨

Physical gift vouchers are also available for collection at Matilda Cafe if you want something physical to give her on Mother’s Day morning…

The booking link is in Amy’s bio! ✨✨✨

There’s something about the third baby that makes you a little less interested in performing… and a lot more interested ...
24/04/2026

There’s something about the third baby that makes you a little less interested in performing… and a lot more interested in just living.

With Willem, I leant all the way in.
Breastfeeding. Cosleeping. The whole thing.

Not to prove anything.
Not to be “that mum.”
But because I’d done this twice before… and I knew what would work for me and how I’m wired.

And also, if I’m being honest... I was a bit tired of the quiet shame.
The subtle pause before answering the maternal health nurse.
The mental pep talk before saying it out loud.
(Which, when you think about it, is slightly unhinged. Why are we rehearsing honesty like it’s a courtroom statement?)

This time, I just… didn’t.

And here’s the plot twist no one really shouts from the rooftops:
I’ve had more sleep than I ever did with my girls.

Actual sleep. The kind where you wake up and don’t feel tired down to your bones.

Two years of what I like to call breastsleeping,
and somehow, it made three kids feel… doable.

Honestly, it feels like one of those conspiracy theories you stumble across at 2am.
Except instead of lizard people, it’s just mums quietly realising:
“Oh. This works.”

(And yes, it can be done safely, calmly, intentionally. Not the accidental couch nap situation. We’re not doing that.)

Anyway. Here we are.
Two years in.

Our bond is strong.
There was always enough milk.
And the closeness… you can feel what it’s given him. It’s written all over him.

But lately, there’s this quiet nudge.

The sense that it might be time to begin the end.

Which feels… complicated.
A bit like breaking up with someone who is very much still in love with you.
Even typing that makes me want to take it back.

Because part of me isn’t ready.
But another part, my body, mostly... is whispering,
“Hey… I think I need a little rest now.”

So I’m standing in this strange in between.
Soaking up the lasts.
Bracing for the shift.
Wondering how we’ll find our next rhythm, one that doesn’t involve him launching at me every time I sit down like a tiny, determined heat-seeking missile.

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When it feels a bit like a painting 🧡Maternity sessions are a quiet favourite of mine.More time to wander, to chase the ...
04/02/2026

When it feels a bit like a painting 🧡

Maternity sessions are a quiet favourite of mine.
More time to wander, to chase the light, to say “just one more” again and again, and never once mean it.

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Extended family sessions are always a blast — literally! Blasting each other, blasting the kids, blasting the outfit cho...
23/11/2025

Extended family sessions are always a blast — literally!
Blasting each other, blasting the kids, blasting the outfit choices… okay, not literally. I joke. (Though I’m quietly convinced the real fireworks happen earlier in the family WhatsApp chat).🙊

But here’s the truth: they are fun and they are chaotic — and that’s exactly how it should be.

Because life is messy.
We’re messy.
And extended families? Well… they’re a beautiful kind of circus, aren’t they? The kind that passes around babies, overcooks sausages, tells the same stories every Christmas, and still somehow manages to show up for each other when it matters.

And that’s what I love most about photographing you all together: the noise, the in-jokes, the generational chaos, the soft moments tucked inside the loud ones.
It’s real. It’s alive. It’s yours.
And honestly? It’s magic.

And a little heads up: I’ve got a handful of extended family session spots available between Christmas and New Year’s — because I know that’s when you’re all finally in the same place… and I’m absolutely here for it! DM me 🧡✨

FORGET the shopping-centre chaos — we’ve created Christmas photos you’ll actually want to show up for!🎄✨We’re doing some...
20/11/2025

FORGET the shopping-centre chaos — we’ve created Christmas photos you’ll actually want to show up for!🎄✨

We’re doing something we’ve never done and we’re so excited to finally share it!!!

Christmas Mini Sessions at Matilda Café are officially open for bookings!

They’re tastefully simple, blissfully Santa-free (because let’s be real, Santa is terrifying for a lot of kids), timeless, and completely private — no shopping-centre chaos, no audience, just you in a beautiful light-filled space with a hint of Christmas.

Come solo, come as a couple, bring the kids, bring the dog (friendly ones only, please) — whatever your version of “family” looks like, you’re welcome in the frame.

Sessions are limited, because still hasn’t figured out how to clone herself (we live in hope).

If you want Christmas photos you’ll actually love looking back on — soft, real, and not remotely tacky — you’ll find the booking link waiting in our bios. 🎄✨

Please note: These sessions aren’t suitable for grandparents, extended families, or dogs who aren’t genuinely friendly. Make sure you read all the details on the website before booking. If you have a question, feel free to DM or .

Love,

Amy, Jacinta + the team

MODEL CALL In-Home Newborn Sessions (x2 families required)I’m looking for two Melbourne-based families who’ve just welco...
07/08/2025

MODEL CALL
In-Home Newborn Sessions (x2 families required)

I’m looking for two Melbourne-based families who’ve just welcomed a new baby (or are about to) and are open to being my subjects for a creative portfolio building session as I play around and try a few things out.

Think grainy film vibes, real mess, less perfection, more story. The kind of images that feel like a memory, not marketing.

You’ll receive a relaxed in-home session and a handful of images as a thank you.

All body types, family structures, and delightfully lived-in homes welcome to apply.

Sound like your kind of thing?

There is a link in my bio with more info. Don’t hesitate to send to anyone you know that might be suitable...

Hope you’ve had a wonderful Thursday!

Amy x

This isn’t a rebrand. There’s no big launch, no new colour palette, no “I’ve found my purpose” post.It’s more like… a qu...
31/07/2025

This isn’t a rebrand.
There’s no big launch, no new colour palette, no “I’ve found my purpose” post.
It’s more like… a quiet remembering.
Of myself.

Under the dishes and the overdue bills and the GP visits and the small human clinging to me while I try to make toast with one hand.

Somewhere in the mess, I changed.
Not loudly. Not all at once. But in a way that feels unshakeable.

I still photograph families, but now I want to photograph the truth of them. I still post here, but now I want to write like someone who’s lived a little (because I bloody well have).

I still care what people think.
But not enough to keep pretending I’m fine when I’m not. Or polished when I’m unravelled.

I made a vision board this year.
Cut up magazines. Bought them from the newsagent like it was 2004 and I was planning my wedding to Zac Efron.
Except this time I called it an action board because I’m not really into ‘manifesting,’ but I am into rebuilding.

And maybe that’s what this is, a slow rebuild.
Not of a brand. But of a woman.

I don’t quite know what this means for this space, or even my work.
But I know it will sound a little different now. Look a little different too.
Hopefully, in the best kind of way.
I’m done with the curated perfection.
I want more real. In my life. In my photos. On here. Because while I’ve never been one to pretend, I’m ready to show you a little more of the whole picture.

Let’s see what happens when we stop holding our breath...

Image taken on film. Central Park, NY. Nov 2023. Pregnant with Willem and overwhelmed as all heck.

They booked me because their usual photographer wasn’t available.I nearly didn’t say yes, not because I didn’t want to, ...
31/07/2025

They booked me because their usual photographer wasn’t available.
I nearly didn’t say yes, not because I didn’t want to, but because that niggly little voice showed up whispering, “You’re the backup.”

It was a freezing winter morning in the Fitzroy Gardens. The kind that makes your fingers ache and your camera lens fog. They were flying out soon, moving back overseas. But every year, in this exact spot, they’d taken photos of their son. A ritual. A growing up marker.
And now it was my turn.

I was nervous. I always am.
Not in a shaky hands, can’t breathe way, just in that tender little place that cares a whole lot.

But then… he laughed. With the kind of joy that only toddlers have. All cheeks and chaos. He climbed, cuddled, and cracked everyone up. His parents were soft and warm and generous. The light did its thing. And the 50mm lens, not my usual flame, but an old one and she started showing herself off.

There’s something it does to the space between people. It makes it feel sacred. Close. Like you’re not just watching a moment, you’re inside it.

I left that session remembering this-
You don’t have to be someone’s first choice to be the right one.

I am overshooting every session I’m doing. 🫣Photographer friends, your mouths would drop to the floor if I told you the ...
08/04/2025

I am overshooting every session I’m doing. 🫣Photographer friends, your mouths would drop to the floor if I told you the number of images I’ve had to cull this year. I blame baby brain and a good dose of lack-of-confidence. 🙈

Coming back to my business after being out of the game for a few years (thanks to Covid, moving interstate, then back again—plus having a baby), I’ve really had to pick myself up and give myself a little talking-to.

Pre-Covid Amy would never have dreamed of the feelings she’d have returning… feeling unsure, second-guessing every decision, imposter syndrome, and wondering if I was even still good enough. Would anyone even book me again? Can I actually do this?

It’s been a journey of rebuilding—not just my business, but my confidence too. Each shoot has been a small step back to remembering who I am and what I’m capable of.

And every time someone books me to capture their family, I’m honestly blown away. It’s the most beautiful reminder that yes, I can do this. That people do trust me. That the magic didn’t go anywhere—and it’s literally at the end of my fingertips, waiting for me to chase the light, find the beauty, and start creating again.

Why am I sharing this? I’m not entirely sure, except to say that sometimes the creative path isn’t very linear—much like life itself. The two are so intimately woven together that, when life is hard or full, the creative flow can stall… or in my case, completely switch off. I never thought I’d be writing a post about finding my way back to business and creativity, but I wanted to be honest and share a snippet of my heart in case anyone else is journeying through a similar experience.

So if you find yourself in a season of coming back, starting over, or even doubting yourself—I see you. Keep going. You’re not alone. I really do think that the magic is closer than you think—you just need to be a little brave, a little clumsy, and you’ll be on your way.

xx

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