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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…

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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
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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

Man-Eater.

Gracie was my dog in college–she lived with me for years and was a specific breed of brindle boxer mixed with just a little bit of a-hole. Meaning: She hated men. Specifically, then men I dated. She would growl and her hair would go up. She never actually bit any guy, but it came pretty close a couple of times.

So, I knew when I moved to New York I knew it wouldn’t be a good move for her. Not only because she hated any man that came within a few feet of me, but because she was used to a yard. And space. And grass. The change would have been bad for her and even worse for my dating life. Not to mention, she loved my parents. While I was in college, it always seemed she was happiest when I was home over break. The decision was made for me: My parents would keep Gracie. I missed her (and still miss) her constantly, but it was the right decision to make. Within months, Gracie’s aggression had subsided. She still has certain people that she doesn’t like, but for the most part she’s very friendly now. NYC would have ruined her for sure.

Man-Eater.

Man-Eater.

Man-Eater.

Man-Eater.

Man-Eater.

Man-Eater.

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Abigail is such a strikingly beautiful child. I could not tear my eyes away from those baby blues and fiery red hair. Honestly–so, so, so gorgeous. Her parents were also beautiful people–on the inside, too. And maybe that was one of my favorite things about photographing this family. They were all three (even the 6-month old!) so mellow and kind and relaxed during this shoot. And as a result, we got these:

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Fiery Hair, Baby Blues

Choices.

Marriage is a weird thing, right? The idea of choosing one person for the rest of your life. One person to eat with, sleep with, share income and space with, someone who will no doubt eat the last of the cereal and then put the empty box back in the cabinet, someone you’ll share closet space with and give up some of your favorite items because they’re too girlie for him–someone you’ll eventually create little half-you/half-him persons with. It’s a pretty colossal decision.

I don’t believe in soul mates, personally. The idea that out of 7-billion+ people on this Earth that there is one person and one person only without whom you wouldn’t be complete. I dunno, maybe it’s a little cynical, but it just sounds a bit like bull to me. There are lots of people I’ve connected with in my life. I’ve felt love, I’ve felt loss with more than one person.

Calling your partner your soul mate feels like a cop-out. This story that you wouldn’t have had to do anything and the fates would have still brought you two together. Relationships take effort. They’re not work necessarily, but it’s not always easy. In my mind, I think it’s more romantic–more meaningful to say to a person that out of all the relationships I’ve had or could have, yours is the one I want to be in forever. You are the person I choose out of all the men I’ve known, met and loved.

For those who haven’t heard yet: He proposed. I said yes.

Sean, I choose you.

Choices.

Choices.

Choices.

Surgical Patient

A couple months ago, we noticed a tumor on Red’s lip. It wasn’t very large–maybe the size of a small lima bean, but as we watched it, it kept getting larger and larger with each passing week. We decided that it was best to get it removed since it was in an area that might eventually start to bother him. After talking to our current vet, the price he quoted us was ridiculously high. I know that procedures, especially for pets can be pricey, but this seemed as though he had marked it up quite a bit since the last time we had a similar procedure done.

The good news is that as a result, we ended up finding a new vet (the Park Slope Veterinary Center) –one that is only a few blocks away. Not only this, but our new vet is so sweet and her love of animals just seeps out of her pores. Seriously–I love this woman! And what made me even more comfortable in our decision was when we brought him in for his second check-up, she came into the exam room and Red just started nuzzling her immediately. She fell down to her knees and started hugging him back. few weeks ago, poor Red had to have surgery. That’s the kind of vet I want for my dogs…someone who will love them as much as I do!

So, a few weeks ago, Red went under the knife. She actually found a second larger tumor on his back ankle and we went ahead and had that one removed, too. We received the news that both tumors were benign and our boy is cancer free, yay! But that didn’t stop him from giving us these pathetic looks for the whole week.

Surgical Patient

The second he got home, he curled up on his bed with his favorite ball…

Surgical Patient

Surgical Patient

Envy

People in New York envy weird things. For example, someone who has more than 600 square feet of apartment is living in luxury. Anyone with a backyard will no doubt have me showing up at their doorstep every weekend with a fold-out chair and tanning oil. And godforbid you have a rooftop pool, you better believe I’ll be moving in with you for the next month. Do you have a gym in your building? Well, that’s a guarantee that all you’ll see of me is the could of dust after I ran away.

Bottom line–it doesn’t take much make a New Yorker feel envy. My building’s super isn’t the best at keeping our building tidy. The floors of our lobby and elevator always seems a little grimy, our lobby plants never live longer than a couple of weeks and I swear our front lock has been broken since the day I moved in. But I love my apartment so much that none of these things tend to bother me. However, our garbage situation is, in a word, horrible. I never know where to throw garbage bags vs. paper recycling vs. glass and plastic recycling. Next to our building, you’ll just find a giant pile of bags and glass and boxes and paper.

I never thought in my life I would ever envy someone else’s garbage. But our neighbor’s super does such an amazing job at keeping their garbage clean, tidy and separated, that it makes our building look like a landfill next to it. The neighbor has trash cans clearly labeled for TRASH, PAPER and PLASTIC. The receptacles are separated to lessen any confusion. They always are lined with clean, not-over-flowing garbage bags and once a week, I see him out there bleaching the empty trash cans to eliminate germs.

Yesterday morning I had Bebop out for a walk and as I left my building, I saw my super outside doing his normal pre-trash day routine of separating the landfill that had built up around our building. It usually takes him most of the day to do from what I’ve seen in the past. I couldn’t help but think of him as I got my croissant and in an effort to improve his quality of life, I bought him one as well along with a coffee. I already felt better about our trash situation–I mean, of course a happy super will be more willing to keep our trash area tidy! I was certain that my gesture would single-handedly solve our trouble. The entire building would have to shower me with thank you gifts. As I walked up to my building, I saw no super. I just saw a trail of half-finished, half-separated garbage. I went down to our building’s basement and when the elevator doors opened, a rush of smoke puffed into my face. Not cigarette smoke–but THAT kind of smoke. I coughed and entered the cloud, calling out his name. Within moments, his wide red eyes appeared before me looking shaky and nervous.

“Here,” I said, “it looked like you could use some of this.” I handed him the croissant and coffee and he took it saying a quiet thank you.

It’s no wonder it takes him so long to separate the garbage–but then again, if that was my job to go through everyone’s trash and make sure they recycled every last bit, I’d probably have to get high before going to work, too.

Is there Anything Cuter…

Than a baby wearing sunglasses? NO! Miss Madison has been a client of mine since she was first born. These were her 9-month portraits taken a few months ago, just as the weather warmed up and the sun came out. She’s always such a little ham for the camera, smiling and posing.

I think she’s getting to the point where she recognizes me and remembers that I’m fun–because, I AM FUN! FUN ENOUGH TO REMEMBER!!! (That’s my excited voice I use to get kids to smile. It’s much better in person, I promise) I’m looking forward to the day that she can say my name and come give me a hug. =0)

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

This puppy decided to randomly come up to Madison and give her some kisses…

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

Is there Anything Cuter...

Owl Obsessed

I think it might be time to stop buying owl-themed tea items…

That just means I’ll have to move on. To owl jewelry, owl purses, owl towels…

Owl Obsessed

Moving

The other day, Eliza asked me this question:

“If you could move anywhere, where would it be?”

Just as I was about to answer with something exotic–like SANTORINI or PLAYA DEL CARMEN or SINGAPORE or SAN FRANCISCO, I had a thought: This is Liza. What starts out as a hypothetical question could very well turn into a reality with the snap of a finger.

So I asked her…”Is this a hypothetical question…or something you’re starting to ask around about because you’re close to graduating?”

She thought for a moment. “I guess a little bit of both.”

I nodded. “In that case, Hoboken.”

Anita’s Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

About a month ago, Anita participated in my first Pin-Up Party. While her makeup and hair looked very glamorous and beautiful, she wanted something that was a little more ‘her’–something that more accurately illustrated who ANITA is! I loved this shoot–I think it perfectly shows her personality, fashion, humor and sensuality.

Also, FYI, girlfriend was wearing Givenchy shoes! Let’s all take a moment to sigh over those… (Anita also taught me that it is pronounced Jee-vohn-shay not Gah-vehn-chi like I said)

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Anitas Boudoir and Lifestyle Shoot

Hotels and Bebop

Having a small dog like Bebop is such a different world than when I had Luna. If Bebop starts to growl at another dog, all I have to do is pick her up by the scruff and yell at her. With Luna, it was a battle of who was stronger each time–and IF I won, it was just barely.

Similarly, Bebop can come on almost any trip with me. She travels easily and she loves hotels–she makes friends with all of the maids and hotel staff everywhere we go. Mostly because they know to give her treats. The only downside is that she is like having a child on vacation. She is so excited to be somewhere other than home that her sleep schedule gets all out of whack. She likes to wake up at the crack of dawn and look out the window, bugging me to wake up too so we can go for a walk and smell all the new smells the city has to offer. If she wasn’t so darn cute, it would be really, really annoying.

These photos were taken with the Hasselblad at approximately 6am. If they’re not quite focused, it’s because my EYES WERE NOT FOCUSING THAT EARLY IN THE MORNING!

Hotels and Bebop

Hotels and Bebop

Hotels and Bebop