The stone courtyard was lit by gas lanterns, warm, golden light that drew the photographers one by one like unwise moths. We had laughed and talked and made eerily beautiful underwater art in a pool under the stars, framed by stone walls full of history...
These photos were shot on our last night at Race and Religious, lit only by a single light at the end of the stone pool. Learning to use the underwater housing was an exercise in laughter and cooperation- the photographers passed the camera around while...
We met under eerie green lights near the Voodoo Shop, ready for an evening of campy adventure, and that's exactly what we got. History and tragedy, ghosts and horror, incredible architecture...
It's a sad truth of the world that the most beautiful women can't see their own beauty. This is one of those times. Want to help me change it? This is the first Official Photo from the retreat, and of course it's not classic boudoir at...
I don't remember who took their clothes off first, but the cascade of naked bodies into the pool was immediate. After nights of girl talk and sharing confidences and building trust, a day of empowering boudoir photography, showgirl costumes and wandering around in lingerie, and then...
"Everything is shimmying BUT my booty!" Meg's frustrated commentary had us in stitches. I'm not sure burlesque class made me feel sexier, exactly, but it sure as hell was fun. We flirted with our boas and challenged the audience with our eyes, raking satin-gloved hands provocatively...
Our first day of boudoir photography at Race and Religious. I tried to sleep in, I really did, but laughter from the pool outside my balcony pulled me out of my dreams and into a beautiful day. Sunlight streamed in all the windows...
Okay, so I thought we got this party started yesterday but clearly I just didn't know. Today has been the most incredible, FUN, fulfilling and amazing day of my entire life. This isn't hype or hyperbole or PR nonsense, this group of women is utterly...
I'm writing this post on the morning of day three because yesterday just didn't stop. We started with lunch at The Rum House, a restaurant on Magazine Street famous for its tacos and drinks, then settled into Race & Religious, our amazing home for the...
I'm sitting on the moonlit porch of a New Orleans mansion, faded from its glory days but beautiful still. The breeze is warm and smells of lush old trees, of delicate pink flowers, of history I don't yet know but plan to learn. This group...
Recently some asshat hackers carved their way into a cloud storage facility, stole naked photos of some female celebrities, and made them public. As far as I'm concerned there is more than one reason to be upset about that. First and foremost, the...
The photography I do is, in large part, about allowing yourself to be brave enough to see yourself in a new way and accept your own perfectly imperfect beauty. So this is me putting my money where my mouth is. Last time I was in...