I love coffee. Sometimes people try to switch my coffee to decaf when I’m not looking. I can always tell the difference. I also like Pringles, but only the reduced fat kind because they crunch better when you bite into them and they don’t leave grease on your fingers. I’m…

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As part of our quest to support women’s issues, Katana Photography is excited to announce our first ever Celebrating Survival contest!
Having any kind of cancer is frightening and confusing. In recognition of Breast Cancer Awareness Month, Katana Photography is welcoming all survivors from all forms of cancer to participate…

Weekly Photo

When I was looking to buy my wedding invitations (back in April), I found a lot of designers on Etsy. After narrowing it down to a couple different designs/companies, I contacted both for their pricing list. One was pretty significantly more expensive–almost $2 per invitation more. Which I think all…

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When talking to people about photography, I hear one phrase over and over again: Kids and dogs are the hardest subjects to photograph.
I, personally, don’t have this problem with my clients…kids and dogs are among my favorite things to photograph. Maybe it’s because I like to have any excuse…

Weekly Puppies

Last week, Sean and I had our morning coffee on the balcony and watched as the Enterprise shuttle was pulled down the Hudson on a tug boat. It’s on its way to the Intrepid and I can’t wait to see it up close at the museum!

Weekly Coffee

A Bad Day

I was furious. Staples’ CD Reader was broken…which means I had to put off printing my business cards AGAIN. Not to mention the fact that I had been on the phone with a sales person from Staples’ Copy Center and she had failed to mention this fact. So I unknowingly made the trek to a different section (a not so nice section) of Brooklyn for these copies…just to find out that it was a pointless trip.

I stepped out of the annoying chain store to discover the rain had started to trickle down. Not too heavily yet, but enough that I was grateful to have stuffed my umbrella into my purse prior to leaving. Grudgingly and with a dozen things on my mind, I opened my umbrella, taking a left turn onto the street. After walking a couple minutes, I realized that nothing I passed looked familiar. There were parking garages and construction zones…mechanics and car shops and other industrial looking businesses. I must have taken a wrong turn.

As I turned to walk the other direction, I saw a small man walking toward me. He had an odd look in his eyes and he irked me; I shrugged it off, thinking I was probably overly touchy and still riding the wave of fury from my Staples interaction. Sure enough, as his shoulder brushed mine, he haphazardly tried to slip my bag from my arm. He was passive about it–gentle almost.

It took me about half a second to realize what was happening and he and I exchanged a moment, looking directly into each other’s eyes. With adrenaline pulsing through my veins, umbrella in one hand, purse in the other, I brought the arm with the umbrella crashing down over his head. The butt of my umbrella (which was shaped like a leopard head) connected with his forehead. I brought it down again and again beating his face until he ran off behind me. I stood there shaking for a minute and when I looked up a couple of construction men were standing only a few feet away.

“You ok, lady?”

I nodded, still shaking a little.

“You sure? I mean, I was gonna jump in, but it seemed to me like you had it handled.”

I laughed, my voice quivering a bit. “Staples couldn’t print my business card.” I don’t know why I chose these words to say. Like it was some sort of explanation–of course the construction worker returned my blank gaze with a confused stare.

It wasn’t until I got home that I noticed the dried blood and the broken spokes on my umbrella. Whoever that kid was–he messed with the wrong chick that day. Maybe he’ll think twice before attempting to rob someone else. Or maybe he’ll just stick to the little old ladies. But I’ve got news for you, kid–when I’m 80, I’ll be no less feisty than I am today.

Wicked Is a Triumph

Wicked Is a Triumph

I saw these two framed pieces at one of those tables in Columbus Circle, just outside of Central Park. I’m a huge fan of fashion kitsch, and while the top poster is of Breakfast at Tiffany’s obviously, it still fits in with that 50s/60s fashion style that I love so much. Even though ::gasp:: I wasn’t really a fan of that movie.

As for the bottom poster, Sean took me to see Wicked as my birthday gift a couple years ago…it was our first official “date” after having not seen each other in years. Not only is the show phenomenal, and the poster beautifully designed, but there is that sentimental memory attachment to it as well.



This is Christina, one of my recent modeling/headshot sessions. She claims to not want to model or act or anything, but I think she should reconsider that decision. Doesn’t she look like Jessica Biel? Well, I think she does…

Southside Coffee

Southside Coffee

Southside Coffee was the first coffee shop I tried when I moved to my new AWESOME neighborhood. It’s good. Better than most coffee shops and certainly better than Starbucks. And They Have Cookies! Which in my book, is always a plus.

The ambiance doesn’t leave a whole lot to be desired, but it’s quiet and the people are all very lovely. In fact, this coffee shop was one of the deciding factors in choosing this neighborhood. Good coffee shop? Check. Cookies? Check. No homeless men trying to stab me on the walk home from the subway? CHECK.

Southside Coffee

Our Poor, Old Man

Our Poor, Old Man

It was about 4:00 pm on Saturday. I had just put the rest of the dirty dishes into the dishwasher when I heard a retching sound coming from the family room. I look to my right and there is Red standing over the largest pool of vomit I had ever seen. His back was arched like a cat’s and his abdomen was sucked in as if in pain. I ran to him and pulled him away from the mess, petting his head and comforting him in the process.

Little did I know that this was the beginning to a very long evening. Red did not stop getting sick until 5am the next morning. We tried everything from bland food, to milk, to water and nothing calmed his stomach. It got to the point where he couldn’t even keep down water. After hours of trial and error, we started administering water by spoonfuls at a time. One spoonful…wait 15 minutes…make sure he doesn’t throw it up, then another spoonful…wait 15 minutes…make sure he doesn’t throw up. This process over and over again until I was relatively sure he wasn’t going to dehydrate while we were sleeping, which is sadly enough what my family’s dog died of when I was in high school. At 5am, I fell asleep on the floor with my hand on Red’s chest. Every so often I’d startle awake, holding my breath and waiting for the rise and fall of his chest.

Red woke up the next morning feeling much better, but just to be sure, instead of dog food, we fed him plain oatmeal in small increments. And by the afternoon, he was bouncing around playing tug of war with Luna. I still have no idea why or what made Red so sick…maybe it was the bone I gave him earlier that day. Maybe he just had some sort of virus…but at least he’s feeling better. And now I can sterilize the apartment and attempt to get that sour vomit smell out of here. So far–unsuccessfully.

Ashley and Chris

Ashley and Chris

Two weekends ago, I trekked my butt up to Poughkeepsie to photograph Ashley and Chris on their wedding day. They make a great looking couple and are, what we in the biz like to call, a “portfolio couple”.


Sean and I are watching Sister Act on TV right now…and I just discovered that the sweet, shy red headed character’s (Sister Mary Roberts?) voice was DUBBED. That wasn’t her singing!!

I feel so betrayed…all these years I looked up to that actress, thinking she was oh so talented. And she was featured in Newsies too (the all time BEST and underappreciated movie in the world!) as a singer.

I just…I can’t…I can’t handle this right now. Must take the evening to digest this information.

Curmudgeonly Old Man

Curmudgeonly Old Man

We bought Red a new bed at Costco a couple weeks ago. Which yes, was my idea because his other bed had crusty drool embedded into the fabric. No washing machine could get rid of this crust…seriously. Disgusting.

We enter the apartment and the dogs run to greet us in their normal maniacal fashion. We put the bed on the ground and both dogs are on it, sniffing immediately. But Red wanted nothing to do with it–apparently crust is comfortable, and he turned his nose up and turned to lay down on his original bed. It wasn’t until we threw out the old bed that he reluctantly started lying down on this one. I think it started to grow on him almost immediately. Within minutes he was on his back, sprawled out like a drunken old man. And Luna, always wanting to be in on whatever action is happening, started nudging her way onto the pillow. Eventually Red rolled over like the good big brother he is to let the annoying little sister join him, but this was the look he gave me as I crawled on my knees to snap their picture. Can’t you just imagine his thoughts…?

Like My Senile Aunt Mavis

I woke up yesterday morning exhausted. Sleep taunted me all night…dancing around my head all evening and just as I began to fall into my REM cycle, it would pull away, snapping me out of any dream I had been having. So, when I woke up, I was clearly not in my right mind. I went about my morning, showering, drying my hair, makeup, getting dressed. And I chose these shoes:

Like My Senile Aunt Mavis

These may not have been the smartest shoe choice considering I had 3 hours of sleep the night before. But I braved them anyway, take each step carefully, reminding myself to walk heel to toe. Heel, toe; heel toe, heel toe….because if you haven’t noticed, when you walk in really big heels, you tend to forget to walk normally and start compensating, walking toe to heel. And that, my friends, is when you end up looking like a 14 year old wearing her mother’s heels for the first time. This lesson has been brought to you by Colleen…please, don’t hesitate to take notes.

I was so concerned with walking correctly and putting the rest of my outfit together that I failed to notice one small detail:

Like My Senile Aunt Mavis

That I put on two different socks. I’m a fashion failure.

And please ignore my stout ankles…it doesn’t matter how much I work out. Those tree stump ankles will NEVER disappear.



This is Joanna…an eager and enthusiastic young actress. She and I had a headshot session last Monday (Yes, Monday…the day with 12 inches of snow!) and the poor girl was freezing. We had to do them in 5-10 minute intervals so she could bundle back up in her coat and warm up.

Now THAT’S dedication.