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

Shuttle Coffee

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!

Shuttle Coffee

Shuttle Coffee

Shuttle Coffee

70s Gloriousness

You might remember the fact that Sean and I were searching for an old “It’s better in the Bahamas” 70s mug? No? Well, I’m too lazy to go back through my archives and find it…maybe I will later. But right now? It’s 8am and I just now got my coffee so it’ll have to wait.

In any case, Sean used to have this fabulously retro 70s mug with a silhouette of palm trees and a couple walking on the beach and it was from the infamous “Better in the Bahamas” collection. His mom accidentally threw it out a few years ago and we’ve been searching tirelessly for it ever since.

While at my parents house last Christmas, we were making coffee and found this mug:

70s Gloriousness

It’s not from the Better in Bahamas collection–BUT it has a very similar 70s beach vibe and Sean and I fell in love with it right away. My parents stared at us as though we were weird–especially since they had gotten us a hand painted collection of glassware that we were thankful for, but not nearly as excited about as their old, used, stained mug. They happily gave it to us and every morning we fight over who can get to this mug first. Usually I lose since Sean wakes up at an ungodly hour daily.

But every now and then, I’ll come out of the bedroom rubbing my eyes and there waiting for me on the counter is this mug with steaming coffee and a post-it note with a heart. Ok, so I lied about the post-it note…that’s so not Sean’s style. But I like to think that there’s a figurative post-it note that we both know might as well be there.

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

This is why I love my job…

I have the GREATEST clients ever. Not only did Kristin write me the sweetest thank you note, explaining her gratitude for capture such timeless memories, but she bought me…

{drum roll please}…..

COFFEE! And not just any coffee. Joe the Art of Coffee is some of the most delicious coffee in the city. I love this stuff and used to go there a lot when I worked in the west village.

Thank YOU, Kristin for letting me be such a special part of your memories. I hope you cherish your photos forever.

This is why I love my job...

Single Ladies & Coffee Mugs - No we are not 80 years old.

My friend Eliza is a (relatively) newly single woman. Before Christmas, she and I went out to the Roosevelt Fields mall to do some holiday shopping and we inevitably ended up in Anthropologie. Otherwise known as the MOST AMAZING STORE EVER. The sheer sight of that store window can bring tears of joy to my eyes.

We walked in with the intentions of finding Liza some pretty, but sexy date outfits with a gift card she had. But we walked out with nothing but kitchen decor. Which is what ALWAYS happens. I am obsessed with coffee mugs and teapots.

I actually managed to refrain even though I fell in love with a couple of owl mugs. But my budget was tight and I just couldn’t justify it. Liza however managed to buy a few new water glasses and an iced tea pitcher–Which I told her, she would be very popular with her date if she opened the door wearing nothing but a couple of strategically placed water glasses. She, however, did not find this funny. I forget what little sense of humor people have when they’re stressing over a first date.

I kept obsessing over my owl mugs and after 3 weeks of pining, I realized I should have bought them. I went to 3 different stores in the city–none of which had them. I wanted to cry. Eventually, I admitted defeat and promised myself next time I saw something that was only $4, I would just spring for it. Then if I change my mind, I can always return them.

I had completely given up hope that I’d ever see the mugs again. And then Liza and I exchanged Christmas gifts…and an owl mug never looked so glorious and beautiful. BEST CHRISTMAS GIFT EVER. Who cares about the expensive espresso machine my sister gave me. That Tiffany’s necklace from Sean? Phhhh, please. But this coffee mug will go down in history as THEGREATESTGIFTEVER.

Now if only I had answered the door with only a couple of water glasses in hand, we could have come full circle.

Single Ladies & Coffee Mugs - No we are not 80 years old.

Single Ladies & Coffee Mugs - No we are not 80 years old.

Valentine’s Day

Valentines Day

For Valentine’s Day, I made chocolate covered strawberries. Initially I was attempting to decorate “tuxedo” strawberries, but as you can see in the surrounding berries, they quickly turned into squiggles. I did manage to decorate one HEART strawberry for a special someone….so WHAT if it’s a wonky heart? IF HE CAN’T APPRECIATE MY ATTEMPT, THEN HE IS UNDESERVING OF MY WONKY HEART.

Luckily, he enjoyed the strawberries…the heart was saved for last.

A Good Book To Go With That Cup of Coffee

A Good Book To Go With That Cup of Coffee

My mom finished her book. Which is SUCH an accomplishment, especially since I can barely focus enough to sit down and write a paragraph on this dang blog! Not only did she finish it, but she also decided to self-publish it, since she wanted to focus on the alumni and nursing crowd. It was a tough decision, but overall I think she made the correct one.

Sean drew and designed the cover and I did the editing of her book. It was a family effort. And after many months of pulling together, it’s finally here and available.

My quick summary is that it’s the story of a sheltered 18-year old girl who begins nursing school in Manhattan’s Bellevue Hospital and is thrown into the 60s sexual revolution. It’s the story of her trying to maintain the ethics and morals she was raised with while transforming into a woman.

If you’re interested in reading it, shoot me an email. Buying directly through me rather than Amazon will get you the best price for it. ;0)

Not Quite a Baker

Every time we visit Sean’s family, his mom makes zucchini bread. And it’s some of the most delicious bread I’ve ever had. It’s always so moist in the middle but carmelized on the outside and crust. And in the mornings, she takes it out and puts it on top of the coffee maker so that it heats up while coffee is brewing. HOW BRILLIANT IS THAT??

So, I had asked for the recipe. A while ago. And I just got around to baking my own loaf. And it tasted great–not AS great, but good enough to hit the spot. Only–I have this problem whenever I bake or cook anything. It comes out looking like crap. I don’t know if I just don’t have the correct cooking equipment or what–but seriously? Look at that…doesn’t that look like a big log of poop?

Not Quite a Baker

In fact, does anyone remember that movie: Three Men and a Baby II…the second movie where the mom is always trying to cook, but constantly screws it up? Yeah. THAT IS THE STORY OF MY LIFE.

Who’s Got Time For Coffee?

Are you seeing a trend here…what with the “busy” theme of my posts lately? In any case, I haven’t had a lot of time to continue exploring coffee shops around the city, but over the summer, I was commissioned to do the food photography for a diet book. Sort of an “Eat This, Not That” kind of book. And FYI, (you probably already knew this) coffee is a much better alternative than a latte. So much so that it’s kind of ridiculous. Though, latte’s are a delicious, delicious splurge.

Whos Got Time For Coffee?

Whos Got Time For Coffee?

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A Gilmore Girls Birthday

I realize this post is ridiculously late, but last month on July 2 was my birthday. When the clock struck midnight, I didn’t even realize it was my birthday until Sean came running over with Red following at his heels at 12:12 yelling “IT’SYOURBIRTHDAY!IT’SYOURBIRTHDAY!IT’SYOURBIRTHDAY!” He was clearly more excited than I was.

And I just have to point out for the record, that Sean is terrible gift-giver…not to say he doesn’t get GOOD gifts. His gifts are always thoughtful and awesome and totally spot on. But he’s just always so excited to give them to me, that I end up opening them no where near the actual birthday/holiday. He’s all: “Can I give you your gift now?” And I’m all: “No. It’s not my birthday yet.” And then he’s like: “How about now?” Me: “Nope. Still not my birthday.” Sean: “How about…” And then after the 4th, 5th or 60th time, I end up throwing something at his head. It works every time.

So, the first 15 minutes of being 26 years old was already off to a way better start than last year’s birthday…otherwise known as “that day we no longer speak of.” And just then in the kitchen, I opened his second gift to me (the other one he gave me, I shit you not, 3 months ago. In his defense it was a Spring coat, so it made perfect sense to receive it early. But still. Case in point.), this Luke’s Diner mug that he designed and made through cafe press. For anyone who doesn’t watch Gilmore Girls, you clearly have no idea what this is. But it’s one of my favorite shows ever. And this mug is huge…more like a carafe really which couldn’t be more perfect.

So after I put a pot of coffee on, just to try out my new mug, Sean took my hand twirling me around. He stopped me, looked into my eyes and said, “You look great…” And just as I was about to throw my arms around him and give the biggest hug ever, he added “…for 26.”

Moment gone. But I rolled my eyes and hugged him anyway. Because I’m so totally mature now, being 26 and all, that I can ignore little slams like that.

And, let’s face it–I still get carded for R-rated movies. So I don’t have to worry about looking too old. Not yet at least.

A Gilmore Girls Birthday