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

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

Takin’ Off…

Tomorrow early, early morning, Sean and I are off to San Miguel de Allende, Mexico to photograph Julia and Juan’s wedding! This little town is supposed to be absolutely lovely and I’ve been so excited for months. And then I looked at the weather report down there…

Thunderstorms. All. Weekend. Long. =0(

It will STILL be a beautiful wedding, but a little piece of my soul just died with that discovery.

Bubble Time

Ok, so I don’t have a picture of this–yes, I know I’m a photographer, but some things I only HEAR about. I don’t see! That’s not a good enough excuse? ::sigh:: ok, I’ll work on it. But in the meantime–to my mommy readers out there (and my young at heart adult readers too), I saw this post on Pinterest which was amaaaaaazing!

Step 1: Cut open a glow stick.

Step 2: Pour contents into a bubble solution.


See? Amazing.

Liz’s Boudoir Session Slideshow


Lizs Boudoir Session Slideshow

Here’s a video featuring my editor’s picks from the beautiful and sweet Liz’s boudoir session! Click on the link and watch the video!


I’m a nail-biter. When I got engaged, I had to focus very, VERY hard not to chew my nails–because all of a sudden, everyone wanted to see my hands! For a chronic nail-biter, this is terrifying. So, I made a conscious effort everyday to not bite my nails. I would chew gum, drink coffee, always have water by my side…anything to keep my nails out of my mouth.

A few months ago…the novelty of my engagement wore off. People stopped asking to see the ring. The result? I’m back to biting my nails. ::sigh::

And now it’s coming up on my various bridal showers and bachelorette party, sooooo I’m forcing myself to stop again. I think I need to join a support group.

New Year’s Resolutions - 2012

Part of my new year’s resolution (those are three dirty words, aren’t they??) this year is to start styling my hair at least a few times a week. Sean and I both work from home. Which in a lot of ways, is awesome. We get to spend a lot of time with each other and our dogs. But in a lot of ways, it can be really trying on both of us. I’m not convinced that couples are meant to spend THIS much time with each other.

But I digress. In regards to my hair resolution…Every morning, Sean wakes up with the alarm {early, might I add}, showers, dresses, has his coffee, watches 30 minutes of news and goes to his office for a solid 8-9 hour day of work. I, on the other hand, wake up whenever my body tells me the time is right (usually with cheetos stuck in my hair), and sluggishly start the day. I’ll meander out of bed, get a cup of coffee, brush my teeth, check my email…get another cup of coffee. At this point I usually start some sort of work–emailing clients back, etc. Typically, I shower around noonish. And my wet hair gets thrown in a messy bun after I put on another pair of pajamas or workout clothes. The wet bun was becoming my signature style–and let’s face it…a dripping pile of hair on top of your head is just not very cute.

So I decided to something about that. It doesn’t take long to blow dry quickly and then run a straightener through it–20 extra minutes. 15 if I wait until my hair air dries. It takes even less time to scrunch some mousse in my hair and fluff it around.  And I’ve always thought that as long as I was having a good hair day, I could wear anything, any amount of makeup or lack thereof and still be cute. So that’s been my goal. An extra 15-20 minutes of my day to be spent on my hair. A very vain resolution, I admit. But I feel more confident and on days that I’m working on writing my manuscript (and this is a very silly thing to admit, but here it goes…), I find that if I feel more put together–wearing clothes, hair done, a little mascara on–it’s easier for me to get inside of the brain of my character.

And so far so good. It’s been less than a month, I realize, but even still. I’ve been investing this time usually 4-5 days a week. Even if I put my hair in a ponytail or a bun–I just make sure it’s a styled ponytail or bun.

And what’s even better? Sean has taken notice of my effort and now he is making more of an effort to look good. Shaving more often, putting gel in his hair (which he is growing out, thank GOD!). It’s so much easier for boys, but still. I see it as a sign of respect that he appreciates me and vice versa.

Now if only I could get him to wear a nice polo shirt every now and then–I know my dad would be happier.

Comic Con Cold

NYCC (New York Comic Con for those who aren’t fluent in Geek) was last weekend. I’ve had non-stop people staying here at my apartment for the past 3 weeks and I have one more coming this week. I love having guests. But NYCC is an intense weekend–and for those not prepared for it, it can be rough. Luckily, my brother and his good friend Adam knew full well what to expect and I think from their text messages that were ALL IN CAPITALS ALL WEEKEND LONG, that they had a great time.

That being said, we’ve all caught what I like to call the Comic Con Cold. It’s this nasty bug that Sean, me and all of our friends contract every year right after NYCC. So many people. So few of whom have showered. So many germs and mouth breathers and people touching and brushing against each other–it’s like a petri dish of germs in the Javits Center that weekend. And so–we’re all getting over our colds after a good two days of hacking up phlegm. FUN TIMES!

All in all, NYCC was fun. I’m beginning to get to know Sean’s fans and even remember names and faces (and colleagues) from years before (Hi Alex! Hi Dan! Hi George! Hi Trip! Hi Guy Who Toured with the Glenn Miller Band Whose Name I Can’t Remember!). And I have to admit, though I might be slightly biased, I think the people who like Sean’s work tend to be a pretty rad bunch. They’re the more edgy and thoughtful readers in my experience at least.

That being said, I’m gonna go slug down some Nyquil and get a good night’s sleep before my crazy weekend of photo shoots! Seriously, it’s a busy one.

Diet Shmiet

After the gym is usually the time when the cravings start. My stomach rumbles and at that point, my body needs sugar. This is apparently normal, though each day it feels like the end of the world for me to NOTEATABROWNIE. I like to announce it to our house when I make a healthy choice. Usually–that consists of announcing it to my dogs because they’re the ones who listen.

Monday’s craving was particularly bad. Cravings + empty cupboards = cranky Colleen. I searched and searched for one tiny piece of chocolate or anything to satisfy my craving so that I could make it to dinner. All throughout my search, I’d call out my findings to Sean in the other room working.

“We have fruit! Fruit’s sweet…but not what I’m looking for exactly!”

A disinterested grunt was his response.

“We have protein bars! Those have sort of fake chocolate. Focolate!”

“Something you’ve named ‘focolate’ will satisfy you?”

Hm, noted.

At that point, I saw sitting in our cupboard–oatmeal. Normally, oatmeal is my least favorite thing EVER. EHHHHHVVVVEEEEEER. I think it’s pretty disgusting. But at this point, I was desperate. And I knew I could doctor it up so I barely tasted the oatmeal. I made it with soy milk, added a teaspoon of honey and fresh berries and lucky for me, it worked. It was good enough that it got me through until I could make a healthy dinner choice.

I stood in front of Sean’s office eating my oatmeal.

“I chose to eat oatmeal.”

He grunted again. This is his typical means of communication while drawing. I’ve gotten used to it. “Good for you,” he mumbled.

“It’s healthy.” I like to point out the obvious. I was looking for a pat on the back, a parade in honor of my healthy choice.

Instead, he tossed his brush in the ink to rinse and looked up at me. His lip curled back, always a sign that Sean has a sarcastic retort coming. “What do you want a cookie or something?”

I paused. “Yes. But I chose to eat oatmeal instead.”

Strong is the New Skinny

I’m pretty sure we’ve been over this before, but–I hate exercising. I mean, I do it, but rather begrudgingly. Over the past 6-7 months, I’ve really started boosting up my work-outs. I mean, if I’m gonna half-ass it at the gym, why go at all? Getting motivated to get out my door is always the hardest part for me, so once I’m there, I should make it count.

Prior to 6-months ago I would do things like the elliptical machine and the bike (usually both while I was reading or knitting–clearly I wasn’t building up enough of a sweat if I was able to knit loop after loop flawlessly!). But, then I decided to start running. Every woman I had talked to who trimmed down said one thing: RUN! AND NOT JUST TOWARD THE ICE CREAM TRUCK. At first I started running outside because it was just as the weather was just turning and it was perfect. Then as a couple of months passed, the air became thicker with humidity and heat, and I decided the treadmill was just as good and it’s got AC. And a tv attached to it. And a built in fan. SOLD!

When I first started running, I could barely do 15 minutes without cramping. I stuck with it even though the cute girls in the expensive running gear would pass me with their iPods strapped to their arms, throwing smug looks at me huffing and puffing over their shoulders. And while now, I still don’t have the cute running clothes or the perfect ponytail that stays smooth and straight even while running, I can successfully run for 40 minutes and I fluctuate between a 10 and 11 minute mile.

I still hate exercise. I have had no major epiphanies about how much I love running, or the process, UGH–absolutely not. It’s miserable. I’m dripping sweat after and I’m sore ALLTHETIME. But, I see results. Not in the sense that ‘I’ve miraculously lost all this weight!’….in actuality, I’ve gained 15 pounds (most likely muscle, but I guess you never know).  Overall, I’ve just trimmed down. Things are tighter and my jiggly parts don’t jiggle nearly as much…which I guess could be a bad thing depending on what ya like.

The other important thing for me in establishing my routine was finding an alternative for those days that I was just too busy to get out to the gym. And…I’ve always rolled my eyes when people mention this video, but OHMYGOD were my legs sore after doing this. Jillian Michaels. Annoying? Yes. Slightly Terrifying? HELL YES. But there’s a reason I would never want to run into her in a dark alley–the woman is ripped. And she knows what she’s talking about. Her 30-Day Shred video is perfect for those days that I only have 20 minutes before having to run out the door to start my slew of errands and photoshoots.

Just one more note on this video–turn off the sound and put on your own music. I mean, what IS that? Why is the music so so so terrible in workout videos?

UPS Nightmare.

I ordered some client products as well as some sample products (which are SUPER exciting and I can’t wait to show you!) weeks ago. I’ve been tracking my package for about a week. It was supposed to be delivered on Thursday. I was home all afternoon, morning and evening. At 7:30 pm, it said they had attempted delivery. I checked my door…I checked my lobby–there was no yellow sticker telling me they were there. No one rang my bell. No one knocked. Ok….., maybe it was during the 2 minutes I was in the bathroom? Regardless, I gave them a pass. Friday rolls around. I’m refreshing the tracking page every 5 minutes. 7:39 rolls around and the same message comes up. “2nd Attempted Delivery.” At this point, I’m fuming. There was DEFINITELY no knock on the door. No doorbell rung. And for the second time, no little sticker notice left.

To be fair, usually our UPS guy is great. The only thing I can think of is that he is on vacation and some lazy moron has taken over. Or perhaps a demon has possessed his body and seeking revenge on all his deliveries BY NOT RINGING THEIR BELLS.

So, I call UPS. The woman on the phone apologizes and tells me that she guarantees my package will arrive by 10am Monday morning. GREAT! I say. I reschedule my meeting for the afternoon and this morning I hunkered down with my cup of coffee watching my tracking number and refreshing every few minutes. They currently have 4 minutes to get me my package before my head explodes leaving brain fragments all over the wall.

3 minutes….

2 minutes….


Ok, so my head didn’t explode. But, a little bit of snot did run down my nose–that’s pretty close. Besides, I saw on Mythbusters that spontaneous human combustion can’t actually happen. Off to chat with some customer service reps. AGAIN.

LA Bound | Krista’s Headshot Session

Krista and I have become really close in the past year or so. She is this amazingly beautiful, extremely smart, talented writer, producer and actress. And just as I thought she and I were destined to grab brunch every Sunday Sex and the City style–BAM! She hits me with the fact that she’s probably moving to LA. I say probably because I’m clinging to the hope that her plans might fall through.

Here are some of my favorite shots from her headshot session we did a couple of months ago. I know she’ll exceed in life wherever she lives–I only wish it could be closer to me. But that’s selfish, I guess. At least now, I have a reason to come visit LA!

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session

LA Bound | Kristas Headshot Session