Sandra Fazzino Photography

Gaining Perspective, Feeling Crowded & Joy.

2012-02-09T22:31:00.000-08:00

Dear Visitor,

If you've popped by only to find that the blog hasn't been updated in a while, I apologize for boring you and letting you down. I've been busy. But more than busy, I've been thinking. And thinking. I'll be very honest and say that I'm reevaluating myself and my work. January turned out to be a much busier month than anticipated which left very little time to re-new, incubate, and assess 2011's successes and failures and determine the direction for 2012.

Now, we're already more than a week into February, print orders are flying in, and all I can think about is my first time attending WPPI Vegas. A whole week in Vegas…. with 16,000 photographers!!

The thing is, I've made so many mistakes over the last twelve months that I have so many ways in which I plan to improve my work and business practices that I can't imagine what returning from WPPI will feel like. The good news is, learning never ends. The bad news is, learning never ends!

My goals in Vegas are to 1. Have a good time, especially with my pal and roomie, Gorete Ferreira. 2. Make at least one new friend 3. Try not to look like a zombie for the dawn shoot out with Justin & Mary on Tuesday, the 21st, and 4. Learn as much as possible about how to improve my business protocols in terms of a. marketing and b. selling. - and that's why I'm taking the two day workshop with Sal Cincotta - Shoot to Sell.

In the meantime, here's a photo of beautiful Joy, a new model with Exalt Model and Talent Agency.

Wish me luck, because I'm AWFUL when it comes to crowds!!!

Mary.

2012-01-09T12:51:00.000-08:00

December was supposed to be a quiet month, a time for reflection and purposeful deliberation on the year ahead, a time to plan, rekindle, realign goals and aspirations. Instead, because of my bright idea to put together a holiday promotion and for reasons only the stars can reveal, my month was busy with several portrait sessions, a test session and a wedding. And that was good. It was a pleasant surprise, and it reminds me to be flexible and grateful for abundance.

This last minute shoot was for Exalt Agency. Mary is a sprite, all girls catholic school girl, like myself, with legs as long as redwood trees and skin as clear as porcelain. If my calculations are accurate this was roughly her third time in front of a camera, modeling that is. Few young women possess character, poise, confidence, grace and amiability like Mary. She was impressive, and I hope her new career goes far.

Photography: Sandra Fazzino

Hair: Laura Milo

Make Up: Natalie De Los Santos

Location: Allied Art Guild, Menlo Park, CA

Agency: Exalt

Spaghetti and Meatballs.

2011-12-12T18:31:00.000-08:00

Recently, my dear friend, Marita Madeloni, asked me to be a part of her project, Food, Love & Tradition. It's a little embarrassing, a little too much spotlight, perhaps, but I'm so proud of Marita… she did a great job. Grazie, cara mia, chiquita banana! Enjoy the full post on The Madeloni Photography Blog.

Suki's Story.

2011-11-24T09:45:00.000-08:00

Meet Suki. He adopted us a few years ago. We had just moved to our new condo and he appeared one day huddled against the wall of our building wanting nothing to do with me. Something about his blue eyes and exotic coat drew me to him - but it was more than his good looks - dare I say we're soul mates? Clearly, he belonged to someone, so I admired him from afar mostly. Then, after a while, he became persistent about visiting us despite that Zeus, our orange tabby, despised him. Suki came to our patio, in through our kitty door and let us know he was staking his territory. He had balls, and I liked that quality about him.

We noticed he wasn't wearing a collar, hadn't been fixed and had fleas. So, we posted a sign asking if he belonged to anyone in the neighborhood and if so, to please call. We connected with his owner, a young bartender. Mystery solved and now my husband and Zeus had permission to forbid Suki into our home. But Suki didn't care. He kept coming around anyway. Cat lovers just know when one needs you, and I knew. He needed us. But out of respect for the men in my home, I didn't encourage Suki's visits.

Until one day, like most all days, he persistently attacked our screen door begging to come in. It ate at me, and I decided to override "the rules" of respecting his owner, Alessandro and Zeus and to see for myself why he was insistent on coming inside our home. He was covered - I mean absolutely covered in soars, missing patches of fur and desperately hungry. I locked us in the bathroom and combed at least thirty fleas from his coat and then gave him some food. The boys lost the battle. I was keeping Suki and taking him to the vet the next day despite knowing he had an owner.

From that time forward, we became Suki's adopted parents. He was allowed to come and go as he pleased. Remember, we had a cat door - he had indoor/outdoor access during daylight hours. He never once went back to his previous owner until I received an email on Christmas Eve that year that he appeared on the owner's couch as if seven months hadn't passed at all. He wondered if I had seen him since the springtime, because it was the first time since then that he had been "home" again. I explained the story above, and rightfully so, the guy sent me a few choice words.

Well, I've been raised never to come between two people, but a cat - well - I can't control what a cat does . And although I do feel badly that things unfolded the way they did, Suki seems to understand full well where he wants to be, where he is cared for, and who he wants to live with. So. After many months of earning Alessandro's and Zeus's friendship, we're now one big happy, furry family and we feel blessed.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Beverly Hills Engagement

2011-11-19T23:57:00.000-08:00

Being liked is one of the most important things in the world to me. Being respected ranks even higher. Throw in the fact that I'm highly sensitive, and you've got a killer mix. One that I'm so grateful my husband has the stomach for. I tell you internet, I didn't earn any "likes" on this shoot!

This poor, poor couple saw me at my worst. I'll flat out admit it. We were chasing the light and wouldn't you know that they can't walk two feet in Beverly Hills without bumping into someone they know?! Or simply because they're so eye catchingly beautiful, strangers would stop to stare and ask questions. I was trying SO hard to be gracious but we really needed to hustle because I was due to fly back to San Francisco that night. Then, of course, wouldn't it be just our luck that a security guard took his time to explain at length how the area above the Rodeo steps is private property. Could I have embarrassed myself anymore by bluntly replying, "You're wasting my time, because I'm not shooting in that area, but thanks." I come from a long line of women that don't mince their words - it's no excuse - but what can I say - he caught me at a BAD time!

Maybe that's why this couple prefers to remain anonymous?!

All that aside and with a heart full of love and warmth for these two, I have to say, their love and devotion is contagious, gentle and compassionate. They wanted to include all of their favorite things in their session - their first apartment together, their Christian faith, strawberry cupcakes, Tabasco - their dog and my new heart throb, and their neighborhood where they spend free time together strolling hand in hand.

Just look how happy and in love these two are, and I think you'll agree: It was worth all my sass mouthin'.

I wish you a LOVELY wedding next summer and a life full of love, light and laughter. XXXOOO

Tania. Portrait Session. Santa Monica.

2011-11-18T21:06:00.000-08:00

It's 8:30pm, but it feels like midnight. My house is cold and dark with one singular light glowing from my computer screen. A days worth of dishes sit in the sink waiting to be washed. In lieu of dinner, sliced cheese and crackers are my meal of choice accompanied by a rare iced cold Coke. Only, I can't finish my joke-of-a-meal, because the cats decide to play with my food as if it's a scared mouse mentally hoping for a distraction and a safe escape. I can work and eat like this on a rainy Friday night, because my husband is at the San Francisco Auto Show mingling with VIP's and fawning over fancy cars. Maybe I should be sad and gloomy, but oh, to the contrary! I'm happy in my little state of editing bliss, and I'm about to introduce you to Tania whose portrait I had the pleasure of taking last weekend in Santa Monica.

As you can plainly see here, Tania is off the charts beautiful. She also happens to be one of those phenomenons who is not only smashingly good looking and intelligent but passionate about what she does, too. She's a doctor, an Oncologist, in fact, and her goal is to specialize in children. I don't think they make 'em any more gorgeous - and I'm talking about the kind of pretty that comes from the inside out.

In prepping for her shoot, Tania gave me a celebrity to help identify her style. It was Jennifer Aniston. She described her love for the beach and wanted her portraits to represent her casual, laid back style. I hope the results meet her every expectation.

Thank you for a fun morning together, Tania! It was such a pleasure to meet you and to work with you - you're a celebrity in my book! Here's a sneak peek of some of my favorites. Enjoy! XX

Friendship + Beer Budgets

2011-11-08T17:48:00.000-08:00

What is the difference between excelling and competing? Are the two often confused? Is it a tabu in today's society to choose to strive for excellence? Does striving without achieving mean failure? Or can the reward in reaching for greatness be the moments lived and the small accomplishments along the way?

Personally, from a young age, I always wanted the best. I couldn't shop at a store without unknowingly reaching for the most expensive blouse. Couldn't eat at a restaurant without wanting the filet mignon. As my mother would say I had champagne taste on a beer budget. I would braid my hair ten times before I was satisfied with the result. My closet was color coded and every item was perfectly pressed. I was a perfectionist in training and without knowing it, I would have a long way to fall, many hard lessons to learn.

Now, I call myself a recovering perfectionist. I strive to be perfectly imperfect. It's humbling, and this character trait will cripple me each day if I let it. I have to deliberately let things go. I have to mentally remind myself it's ok if a few dishes are in the sink, you can fix that throw pillow later, yes, the bed spread may be crooked but Alessandro made it so be grateful and don't fix it! I'll be very honest, I'm able to let go of two out of the three scenarios here. That's why it's called recovery - it's about progress not perfection.

So, why does all of this come up? Because this next wedding that I second shot was for Adeline and Grace Photography. I worked with their associate shooter and my dear friend, Marita Madeloni. She is a new friend of two and a half years, but boy does she get me. We get each other. And I can't thank her enough for our morning chats, shop talk, and mostly for letting us be exactly who we are with each other. For every neurosis, for every mistake big or small, for every quirk there's no judgement, instead just a nod of the head and an "okay, so what's the lesson here, chiquita?"

And there you have it, great friendship. That alone is the highest achievement I can think of. So, whether my business is successful or not, whether my pictures are pretty or plain, or my house is pristine or full of dust bunnies, I have good, solid friendships that endure and that makes me feel like a millionaire who has won the Nobel Peace Prize who is enjoying the journey for all its ups and downs and learning the lessons along the way, one small awkward step at a time.

Tennis Anyone?

2011-11-07T12:09:00.000-08:00

Lately, the similarities of tennis and photography have been on my mind. Random? Maybe. But for a gal who's dad likes to relate life to football, relating one's vocation to tennis seems somewhat natural. Although, my father wouldn't be caught dead playing or watching tennis. It's just not macho enough, nor is it a team sport - something he highly values - believing it builds good character. Course, I don't know what that says about all the years he spent as a bookie while I was growing up, and how much I used to love answering the phones for him when he needed to hop in the shower, "yes, I have it written down, Jimmy "the worm" wants a 5x parlay on San Fran. Got it." ----- but that's throwing us way of course.

My husband, on the other hand, is an avid tennis player (don't worry, my dad doesn't hold this against him nor any of the other "clean cut" aspects about his appearance and behavior, but there I go again, digressing) and, so as I was saying, on Sunday's we've been playing together. Although I played a little in high school, I was more interested in touch football, double dutch and I even rowed crew for a couple years. So, what's got me all curious about the game of tennis is that it's all about being ready, alert and focused. That there, is similar to photography. It's also important to line yourself up with the ball, get your body and racket into position, and hit the ball at just the right time at just the right angle. Then, you must quickly prepare for the next oncoming ball. If you're not concentrating it's really easy to become distracted and the whole system breaks down completely. Again, ever-so-similar to photography, just swap out the ball for your subject.

So, this is where I have an opportunity to up my game - where photography can help me with tennis and tennis can help me to take better pictures. When I'm shooting, all I can think about is the shot. I'm obsessed like a squirrel with its nut. When I'm playing tennis, however, I'm thinking, "oh, that girl behind the fence has cute shorts on. Oh, those kids over there are alone, wonder where their parents are. Man, those birds are loud." In tennis, I need to de-clutter my mind, and in photography, I need to slow down and really prepare/set up the shot. If you hit the ball too soon or too late when you're on the court, it's sloppy. The same for photography. It's about taking a breath, having all the bells and whistles lined up and knowing just when to snap the shutter so you hit the image clean over the net.

Not sure if any of this made a lick of sense… But oh, well. At the very least, it's interesting to recognize and be open to diverse activities that help you strive to be better at whatever it is you do. Next time I'll blog about the trip I took with my uncle to Bike Week in Daytona - seven days on a Harley - and how my images were published in Outlaw Biker. : 0

Rachael + Tim. Carmel Valley.

2011-11-03T16:41:00.000-07:00

A few more pix from Rachael + Tim's wedding in Carmel taken for First Comes Love. Does anyone else see the notable difference in Tim's disposition once they've taken their vows?

Ladies + Gentlemen

2011-10-21T14:29:00.000-07:00

Gritty, beer-drinkin', whisky-swiggin', tie-knotting groomsmen. They are the best part of the day when second shooting for First Comes Love. I know, it seems strange. The bride and brides maids are so beautiful, the dresses, the bouquets. Right, of course. But you know, these guys really make you work for it. They really know how to seem so uncomfortable for the camera, but what I've learned is they love every minute of it. They like the attention. They like being posed. They even like getting all dolled up. And they especially appreciate a little attention from a lady with a camera.

So, gentlemen. You may have some photogs fooled, but this dame ain't buyin' it. You're hot, you're working those duds, and yo lookin' mighty FINE!

(Tip to getting this group shot: swat flies with your ponytail (they think that's cool), let them watch you step in deer poop and handle it like a champ even though your BCBG sandals are most likely ruined and you'll stink the rest of the day, and then BEG them with fake tears in your eyes to let you get this one last shot to make the bride happy and so they can get back to drinking.)

Cheesecake - Italian Style

2011-10-19T07:49:00.000-07:00

If you're a dear friend, you know I like to cook, but baking is not my forte. Unfortunately, for my husband that doesn't mean I don't give it all the effort I've got. So, from time to time, he becomes a guinea pig, and more often than not, he's left disappointed. But this time, I nailed it! So, I'm sharing the recipe with all of you.

30 oz whole milk ricotta cheese

2 teaspoons vanilla extract

3/4 cup sugar

6 eggs

zest of one lemon

12 graham crackers

1/3 cup melted butter

3 tablespoons dark brown sugar

Preheat Oven to 325 degrees. Greese a non-stick tart pan with butter. In a bowl, mix one package (12) crushed graham crackers, 1/3 cup melted butter, 3 tablespoons dark brown sugar. Mix well. Pack into pan using a spatchula and place in oven for 10 to 12 minutes until golden brown.

Separate 6 eggs. In large bowl mix egg yokes with 3/4 sugar, 2 teaspoons vanilla, lemon zest of one lemon and 30 oz of whole milk ricotta cheese. Blend until smooth.

In separate bowl whip egg whites until a peak forms. Gently combine with ricotta cheese mixture and poor into prepared tart pan.

Bake for 40 to 45 minutes, let cool in refrigerator for several hours.

The ricotta cheese mixture actually makes two cheesecakes. So, if you have more graham crackers, like I did, make two! If you don't have a tart pan, you can use an 8 or 9" round cake pan. It will take longer to bake and it's a little trickier to remove the cheesecake, but I made it work. ; )

Doing It Afraid + The End

2011-10-12T10:49:00.000-07:00

It's over. 2nd shooting the 2011 wedding season with the talented and tenacious Alison Bank of First Comes Love is over. Did I ever mention she pulled off 16 out of her 18 weddings this year pregnant? That said, for her, she's full of relief. I, on the other hand, can't wait for more. 2012 can not come too soon. A year ago last month, I launched my photography portrait business and immediately felt the itch to give wedding photography a go. I met Alison, and it all just clicked. Yes, pun intended. But the most important thing about what has happened over these last thirteen months is, I've done it afraid.

This is a great example from our last wedding of the season to demonstrate the beauty in doing life afraid. When Alison was prepping me for the last wedding with the gorgeous Rachael and Tim, she mentioned I would be "manning" the photo booth. I was confused. Usually photo booths are self-serve or someone from a photo booth company tends the booth. Really? I had to hang out at the photo booth during cocktail hour? Eeerrrrr…. I was afraid. What if I got bored? What if I missed really great shots? What if I looked like a geek?! All of it. So, I opted to do it afraid and to do it with JOY. I was peppy, and low and behold…. I had a BLAST at the make shift photo booth. Which ultimately was absolutely darling.

And guess what happened? While I was taking these adorable photos….

…. the bride came along and asked to take this sticky sweet photo. And then…..

The groom came along and the girls encouraged Tim and Rachael to take a shot with the "hooray" flag, but I knew that shot deserved a better environment with a little bit nicer light, so we walked over to this area underneath the twinkling lights and draping vines. And then…..

…. the couple saw this door, which was right behind me as I was taking the above photo, and Tim just couldn't stop staring at it, and they thought a photo here was a good idea, too. (I swoon - look at the hearts just above the door frame!)

So, my lesson in this is - doing it afraid pays off. And doing it with JOY pays off even more.

If my twelve year old brother is reading this, I hope if there's anything I ever pass down to you (since I am 27 years your senior) it is this lesson in life. Do it even though you don't want to, even though you're afraid, and do it with joy. Your heart is full of goodness and that will shine through in all that you do and that will give others joy, too.

XXX Happy Wednesday!

Tessa + Buddy and Matters of the Heart.

2011-10-05T17:54:00.000-07:00

As I was about to post a few pix from another wedding as a 2nd shooter for First Comes Love, the news announced the passing of Steve Jobs. His 2005 address to Stanford grads lifted my spirits and reinforces one of life's most important fundamentals:

"Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do."

"If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it. And, like any great relationship, it just gets better and better as the years roll on."

When my grandfather saw that my father, at age 12, was interested in cars and handy with building an engine from scratch, he dug a ditch in the cement floor of the garage so that my father could work on cars safely. When my uncle learned that I had taken a strong interest in photography, he bought me my first Nikon camera for my sixteenth birthday. When my sister's husband decided to change careers, she sacrificed their time together and encouraged him to quit his job to study in Florence. Four months before my husband and I started dating, his company announced he would be transferred from San Francisco back to Modena, his hometown. Alessandro wasn't ready to leave the states, so he took that opportunity to chase his dream. He landed a job with Ferrari North America three months later.

Thank goodness for following one's heart and all who support us along the way. Because of them, there is greatness. Not always Steve Job greatness, but greatness, all the same.

Natalie + William. Engaged.

2011-09-29T13:54:00.000-07:00

Natalie decided she didn't want a long distance relationship, so she broke up with Billy. She really needed her boyfriend by her side, accessible. She wanted someone that she didn't have to travel all the way to San Lorenzo from San Francisco to see. It may only be a thirty minute drive, but to a fourteen year old without a car much less a driver's license, the distance is more like an eternity.

Twenty-seven years later, Billy found his way back to her. And this time he wasn't about to let go. She pushed, she shoved, she revealed her deepest fears and most personal stories. He didn't budge, he just reciprocated the gesture of intimacy and kept it real. It seemed they each had to go through hell before they would reconnect and recognize that they were soul mates destined to be together.

Over seven years ago, Natalie was given six years to live. Over ten years ago, Billy reclaimed his life. She battled cancer, he a horrible drug addiction, and they're both winning the fight. Only, when your down, it seems like life kicks you in the gut a few more times just for good measure, so she may be in full remission, but now she's also face to face with multiple sclerosis and he's managing a couple health issues of his own. Again, despite the pain and confusion mentally, physically, and spiritually - they have both put their faith in something bigger than themselves.

They walked through their fears individually, found a place of peace and actually, utter happiness. And just when Natalie was ready to accept that she wouldn't ever marry and have to relish in the company of her animal-house, friends and family, Billy reappeared and reminded her, the way she had reminded herself many times already, that the only limits in life are the ones we place on ourselves.

And isn't it ironic that she lives in Ecuador and he's still in San Lorenzo?! That life lesson can be reapplied in so many ways… and if you ask Natalie, she'll tell you, she's so glad she has changed her point of view.

It was such a pleasure to photograph these two. I can't wait for their weddings. Yes, that's right, when you've been through this much and waited this long, you do it twice - just for good measure. Biggest hugs to these two. I have such a big place in my heart for this couple and thank them for being powers of example in my life. XXXXX

Ram's Gate. Sonoma Winery.

2011-09-28T13:10:00.000-07:00

If you're heading to Sonoma anytime soon, you're in for quite a treat. There is an amazing new winery that just opened to the public last week. It's Ram's Gate and is located down the road from Infineon Raceway at 28700 Arnold Drive. It offers everything one could possible want while enjoying an afternoon in the wine country or taking in a day at the track - open air seating, wine pairings with elaborate farm-to-table small plates, an expansive view, private dining rooms including an underground cellar, onsite barrel room, culinary garden, and chef demonstrations. The winery is able to host up to 100 private events each calendar year, so book way in advance. This place is sure to become one of the bay areas hottest spots.

Lucky for Alessandro and I, we were able to hop along for a private tour of the winery since one of our favorite people on this planet is the master mind who designed this project, Luca Pignata, of the renowned Backen Gillam Kroeger Architects. We're continually amazed by Luca (and his girlfriend, Brenda, by the way.) We admire them for a million reasons, and were glad to steal some time out of our busy schedules to be together this past Sunday.

These are a few pix from the day - a slow, relaxing, delicious day which I didn't want to end. If I could, I would pack up all my belongings and just move right in. And just to show you the type of fantasy world I live in, while we were sitting there - for a split moment - I felt like we were on our own private vacation estate. A girl can dream, can't she?

Celeste + Jon. San Francisco Wedding. The Marine's Memorial Club.

2011-09-21T08:43:00.000-07:00

A few pix from Celeste + Jon's wedding in San Francisco. Another First Comes Love 2nd shooting experience. All sorts of lovin' on Celeste's hair…

Happy Wednesday!

Mansi + Jason. A Wedding at the SF Zoo.

2011-09-20T11:29:00.000-07:00

(photographed as a 2nd shooter for Alison Bank of First Comes Love.)

A couple weeks ago, I posted a sneak peek of Mansi + Jason's Indian themed wedding at the San Francisco Zoo. Here are a few more from the day… the day that made me happy to do what I do…. the day I remembered fondly one of my most favorite films of all time, Slumdog Millionaire (as they played the soundtrack throughout the day.)

My favorite moment (of many) from the film is the smile on Jamal when he realizes he doesn't know the answer to the last million dollar question and Latika is smiling on the other side of the phone line with the same thoughts. The irony of the moment is also their "ah-ha" moment as they realize, every moment has led them to this exact time and place and what's meant to be has been and will be, always, because "it is written." My interpretation of that is that everything we do in the present creates a map leading us to where we're going - our destiny. In my personal belief, we are destined for goodness when we live in God's light and love and have the courage and faith to continue walking even when it gets very very dark.

Wishing everyone love and light. Happy Tuesday.

Shelly + Aaron. Wilson Winery. Clarksburg, CA.

2011-09-13T10:12:00.000-07:00

Another darling wedding second shooting for Alison Bank of First Comes Love. The venue, the details, the earthy and rustic charm…. it all made for a beautiful wedding day for this amazing couple. Enjoy!

Mansi + Jason. Sneak Peek.

2011-09-07T10:54:00.000-07:00

Couldn't resist posting a sneak peek of Mansi's mom getting dressed in the exact Sari she wore at her very own wedding more than thirty years ago. I'm having such an amazing experience working with Alison Bank of First Comes Love Wedding Photography that I can't stand it. This particular wedding took place at the San Francisco Zoo, and the groom walked down the aisle to the song "Paper Planes" from the Slum Dog Millionaire soundtrack. Really, not only is it a blessing to be working along side a beautiful and talented person like Alison, but I get to experience moments like these. It's a blessing all the way around the cake, no matter how you slice it. Can't wait to show you a few more. But for now, I need to scoot.

Happy Wednesday!

5 Reasons Why Photographers Charge Big Bucks

2011-09-06T14:39:00.000-07:00

I recently spoke with a bride who had a very slim photography budget, and I encouraged her to consider what she values most about executing her wedding day and make a list from greatest to least. If photography is something she ultimately truly values, she may want to figure a way to adjust what she's allotted for the other components. If she shaves off 10% here, 20% there, she may find that she does have the budget for a her photographer of choice and she can still have a stunning wedding.

Here are five reasons why photographers charge big bucks in order to provide our clients with beautiful portraits. It's not as simple as point and shoot… (but I bet you knew that already, didn't you?)

1. Keeping up with the Jones's. That doesn't mean photographers are trying to be something we're not or doing what others are doing just because - it means that we must research, invest and reinvest in ourselves creatively, mentally, and physically if we want to stay current and remain in the competitive game of professional photography. We must keep the creative juices flowing and that takes time, determination, ambition and discipline. The creative aspect of what we do can not be measured, but it must be nurtured and is therefore priceless and necessary if we want to continue to grow as an artist and in our craft.

2. Preparation. Time equals money. Before a shoot, there is front end work that is required: communicating with our clients and the wedding coordinator, scouting locations, emails, phone calls, weather checking, facts checking, rental equipment pick up, etc. We put time and effort into preparing for the shoot to enhance the experience. Being well organized allows us to feel confident and mentally prepared for the portrait session or the wedding day. It's just like an athlete. In between games or seasons, a football player is not likely sitting around on his rear eating bon bons. On the contrary, he's training, practicing strategies, conducting interviews, traveling, etc. (thanks dad for always comparing life to football…. look what I've gone and done - I worked a "Sal-ism" into my blog post.)

3. Investing. No, we're not keeping tabs on the Nasdaq, or maybe some of us are… but we're definitely spending thousands of dollars on equipment, software, computers, hard drives, memory cards, packaging materials, office supplies, essentially everything it takes to run the business. Photography is an expensive hobby, so imagine what it would mean if it were your vocation. When building our price lists, we have to factor in all of the non-variables: our website, cost of prints, cell phone bill, etc. The list is long, but I think you're catching on.

4. Cost of Production. This is what a typical A to Z wedding assignment looks like and as you can see, we can easily work up to 100 hours on one wedding alone not to mention all we have to do to juggle the upkeep of the office and business in general:

client inquires - 15 to 30 minutes
client books, and client and photog communicate logistics - 30 minutes to 2 hours pending event
photo prep - 1 to 2 hours
travel time to and from location - 15 minutes to 6 hours or more.
photo session takes place - 6 hours to 10 hours pending which package client chooses
post processing - one day to three days
album design - 4 hours
print orders - 1 to 2 hours
packaging - 1 to 2 hours
post office - 30 minutes if there's no line!
follow up communication - 15 to 30 minutes
To make all of the above happen, we need 2nd shooters, assistants, computers, vehicles, gadgets, hard drives, discs, CD cases, etc, etc.

5. Talent. Yes, we need to consider that we must be compensated for our God given talent. It's that little something about us that makes you trust us, want to put your most precious memories and moments in our hands to document and cherish for generations to come.

I'll put it this way: my husband and I are in the process of redecorating our house. We're only half way there, because we have a budget for this project and we want to stretch it out as best we can. Throughout the process we specifically choose each item based on its value to us. Do we want to spend $800 on the Ikea couch or $2500 on the Joe Ruggiero sofa that's half off at the Sofa Outlet store? Do we want to spend $1,000 on the World Market Provence dining table set that's currently on sale or $2000 on the designer dining table alone and $200 each on four or six chairs?

The point is there is no wrong answer. The ultimate decision relies on what you value and where you want to spend your money.

I hope this was a little helpful to at least understand why photographers charge what they do and what we go through as we strive to deliver beautiful, meaningful work to our clients. ; )

Noah

2011-09-01T16:53:00.000-07:00

It would be any other ordinary day for Noah. He slides downstairs, lego catalog in hand, sits at the kitchen counter to a bowl of cereal lovingly prepared for him by his dad. He eats lazily, more interested in his next mega lego creation than filling his belly. But today, he's running a fever and a small crew is coming to photograph lingerie. This is the scene I walked in on the morning of the Janine Robin shoot. Rosy's son is pretty extraordinary. For a nine year old, he's already winning awards for his talents in short stories. Plus, he speaks Italian, Russian and English - to boast just a touch.

Suffice it to say, he's hip in my book, and I feel like these photos display his character so well. I am glad I snapped a few for his mom as a thank you, because she inspires me (and many others) to no end.

Abbraccio, Rosy!!!! Your package should arrive to you soon!

Blue, Blue or Blue?

2011-08-23T09:29:00.000-07:00

The shower pours down like an east coast thunderstorm while I toss in bed pretending it's not 7am and the sun light isn't creeping into the room groping for my attention. My calculations give me another ten minutes while Alessandro finishes primping before I must peel myself away from my favorite spot on earth. I wait there for him to appear with the sheets pulled up to my neck and one foot peeking out from the covers. Finally, the loud hot air from the hair dryer simmers down, and he saunters around the corner. His back faces me while he stands in front of his closet door, arms folded across his clean white crew neck t-shirt deciphering which button-down to wear. My lips curl up into a grin as I imagine what he must be thinking. My voice cracks, "Hmmm quale dovrei scegliare - quello blu, blu…. oppuurrreeee la blu?!" (Hmmm, which one should I choose, the blue, blue ooorrrr, the blue?!) It perplexes me every time. All of his shirts are mainly some form of blue, so really, why does it take a year to figure out which one to wear each morning?! He spins around and attacks me, smothering me with his weight and we hug and kiss. Just the reaction I was hoping for. : )

Alessandro has been away on work for a long weekend in Pebble Beach, and I've been pretty busy myself. Thank goodness for homecomings.

Happy Tuesday.

Janine Robin. French Lingerie.

2011-08-18T08:38:00.000-07:00

This week I had the pleasure of shooting for the french lingerie brand, Janine Robin. In preparation for the shoot, I pulled together some swipe that inspired me - the light, the poses, the colors, the sensuality, the romance. The client had mixed reactions to the swipe: she swooned over it, but she also knew she needed to focus on the product and prefers when the model's face is in full view. I think the result of the final images is a good example of how often times client directive requires a more simple approach to the aspirational ideas we creatives have in our heads. After-all, per the client, customers really need to see the product. (Only a chosen few have the luxury of shooting for Anthropology!) BUT all that being said, had we not set the tone prior to the shoot, we may not have come up with, what I feel turned out to be, a happy compromise. Right?

Client: Janine Robin, France Producer: Sandra Jones Photographer: Sandra Fazzino Model: Nicole G, LOOK Hair + Make Up: Tamra, LOOK Location: Rosy + Yanic's, San Francisco

Inspirational swipe pulled from Pinterest:

Final promotional piece client chose to launch their new product line, "Paris", at the Las Vegas International Lingerie Show this weekend.

Libby + Phil. Dawn Ranch. Wedding.

2011-08-10T06:54:00.000-07:00

Another beautiful wedding at Dawn Ranch 2nd shooting for First Comes Love Wedding Photography by Alison Bank. There are so many reasons why I'm falling madly in love with photographing weddings, and one reason is witnessing the kind of love that Libby, Phil and their families have for one another. The joy was tangible, the speeches were heartfelt, and the bride and groom were simply beautiful as were the venue and all the details… as you'll see here….

Happy Tuesday.

Megan + James. Wedding. Monte Rio.

2011-08-01T11:49:00.000-07:00

These are a few photos of Megan and James that I took last month while second shooting for Alison Bank of First Comes Love Wedding Photography. While processing the files, I was reminiscing on how I landed here, in this moment.

The question that kept creeping up was - will self discovery be a constant quest? My answer is an astounding, "Yes." Last year at this time, I had been out of the 9 to 5 task force for three months determined to be my own boss as a portrait photographer and to work hard for myself from a home office equipped with two cats, a Nikon D80, a very old iMac, and enough savings to get me through six months. If you're cringing here, you understand how crazy I was! Sure, I proved that I was a hard worker. As a photo producer I managed two to three week commercial print shoots on location managing 100+ models and creative staff making sure everyone was happy. I enjoyed what I did (because the bigger the fire the better I perform), but I also felt a constant nagging to be behind the camera as I was trained to do oh-so-many- years-ago.

This is what I'm learning about my path to self discovery:

1. I wasn't ready to be a business owner until now. I had other big ticket items that needed my attention both financially and personally. So, a steady paycheck was really important to me. I'm glad for my past and excited about the present.

2. Humility is the foundation for growth. This doesn't mean humiliation, putting my head in the sand, oh-always-me. To the contrary, it means that by being truthful with myself, I can recognize I don't know it all, more will be revealed. I have to keep an open heart, no matter how painful the lessons are.

3. It's more scary to not take a risk. If I sit here and do nothing to pursue my dreams, I'll gain nothing. If I sit here and make an effort to reach out to others, do something different, invest in my business, then something will happen. Good or bad. Shifts will take place and again, more will be revealed.

4. I may take good photos, but that doesn't mean I'm an excellent photographer! Consistency and wisdom come with continual and constant practice, thoughtfulness and a game plan. I'm learning this lesson by shooting for Alison.

5. What I thought I should be isn't what I am. Going through a four year photography program at RIT set me up to work in the commercial industry which is what I did, but the only rewarding aspect of my job was the relationships I made on set, not the creative work we did. I don't regret it, because I learned alot and made a great income. Only, when I'm done shooting a wedding, not only am I stoked about hanging out with Alison, but we're dancing and singing on the way back to our car at the end of the night. And I've just help create images that are going to last for generations, not be tossed in the recycling bin. This is the biggest piece to my puzzle and one of the values that is the foundation for my business.

And with all that said, I experimented with the post processing of these photos… again, took some risks, played a little, and had some fun.

Happy Monday!

Photography Boot Camp Workshop!

2011-07-20T14:20:00.000-07:00

How exciting! SFP is offering a workshop for moms at the hip, kid-friendly Seesaw Cafe in Hayes Valley, San Francisco! If you have a DSLR camera and have been aching to master it to take great photos of your kids, this workshop is for you! See details below.

Brenda + Luca. Engaged.

2011-07-18T22:56:00.000-07:00

Did you know that a cello weighs approximately twenty-five pounds? Well, to impress Luca, Brenda's fiance, she secretly took cello lessons and surprised him with a private concert, because she knows how important music is to him and his family. They're all virtuosos of one sort or another. She did this in between studying Italian via Skype twice a week, working 12 to 14 hour days, and traveling to Las Vegas from San Francisco where she is an Attorney. Yes, I mention the weight of the cello, because Brenda lugs it back and forth on her trips!! Luca, on the other hand, does very little compared to her. He only designs major architecture projects for high profile clientele so important that I can't even mention their names here because he had to sign confidentiality agreements (!) --- all the while he's also building his own personal construction project in Umbria. They're both what I would identify as "total slackers."

They haven't found time to nail down their destination wedding in Italy or to find a new place for them both to live - hard to wonder why! BUT they do find time for each other, and that's really the most important thing, isn't it? And to celebrate that important thing that they have - that lights up the room - that illustrates what it means to be compatible in every way - that gives us (especially me) an example of how to be kind and respectful but also fun and playful - Masa their dear mutual friend, who is the one responsible for this pairing, since they met at his wedding, whipped together, with the help of Kumiko, a fabulous surprise engagement party at the Cookhouse in San Francisco.

We're all blessed to have Brenda and Luca in our lives and I can not wait to be with everyone in the gorgeous countryside of Italy celebrating the union of these two amazing human beings. We love you both through and through!

OH! And the best part is… Sofie, our long time friend, just happened to be visiting from Belgium with her new beaux, Cristof. AND Christina's dad was here visiting from Brazil (and to swim the bay in the Alcatraz Challenge Aquathlon + Swim with her husband!) The timing couldn't have been better for a reunion!

And so…. some pix from the "surprise" engagement party….

Shawna + Michael. Maternity Portraits.

2011-07-13T16:04:00.000-07:00

Shawna and Michael, I had such a good time with you during our portrait session last weekend. Your ideas were fun and playful. Emma, your adorable pug, was a doll-baby. I can't believe how well she got along with our tabby, Zeus. And I'm so excited to learn if you're having a boy or a girl!

After our session, I felt like I was walking on clouds. You two are not only gorgeous but you're warm and easy going. Thank you for a wonderful afternoon together. I hope these hold you over until your on-line gallery is ready!

And thank you, to your equally beautiful friends, Lauren + Glenn, for their referral!!

Happy Wednesday!

Pablo, Elena, + Sara

2011-07-04T11:02:00.000-07:00

So, what makes it so hard to let go? Lately, it's not within my capability. Mourning the loss of my friend has been tough. Luckily, I work with kids, and they have a way of bringing me into the moment, making me be present, and allowing the grip around my chest to subside.

That's what Pablo, Elena and Sara did for me last week when they graciously modeled so I could test the light in our bedroom and dining room. My husband and I have named our room "the wedding cake." Oh, what was I thinking?! It's entirely white! The cats will ruin it in no time, but it couldn't be helped… the room is flooded with so much natural light that obscuring it with color seemed criminal. Seeing these images makes me feel better about that decision (I think!), since I plan on offering the new "home studio" as an option to clients.

These three look really charming and cute here, don't they? Do not be fooled, they are firecrackers! Just what I needed. Luckily for me, they're also my neighbors. And as soon as they return from Spain to visit their grandparents, I hope to spend more time with them. It really is the best medicine.

Happy 4th of July!

A Farewell Letter to Ian

2011-06-17T10:03:00.001-07:00

Dear Ian,

This will be our last correspondence. It won’t reach you, because I don’t have your address, and even if I did, the post man doesn’t deliver there. It seems only fitting that my good-bye be in a letter. Over the last 24 years, this has been our main form of communication.

When I was fifteen and you were already off to college, I was so surprised that you would take the time to write to me, long letters detailing how you were doing. I wish I knew where I put the tape loaded with every single greatest song there ever was and each one reminds me of you to this day without fail. Fifteen wasn’t an easy time for me, and I clung to your friendship, because it was pure and honest and good and kind. We had good times together, the kind that swell in my memory as I write this to you.

By the time I had moved to San Francisco in ‘98, you had disappeared. There was a long time that we were out of touch and no one knew where you were. In the winter of 2000 (addendum: found a letter and it was actually winter of '98), I had come home for the holidays to visit family – and like everyone else ended up at the same bar to share a drink and catch up with old friends. Half way through the night you appeared in your black leather jacket. Shocked to see you, we embraced and talked for the rest of the evening. From that moment forward, we picked up where we had left off, and the letters began again. This time, instead of Boston you were in upstate New York and you were making the highest grades and gearing up to be a lawyer. I still laugh. It’s so fitting, yet it’s so ironic.

I have so many vivid memories. Sitting in your room. We were both shy. You expanded my mind. I didn’t know half the things you were talking about but you didn’t judge me for being naïve you just handed me a book to read. My best friend Michelle would always complain after we had hung out together. If the conversations became too intellectual, she knew I had been spending time with you, and she and I were anything but. We were clowns. That’s what made my friendship with you so special to me. There was total utter acceptance despite all of our differences, our age, our intellect, our talents, our personalities.

You had a piercing stare and a steady soul. I always needed God, you relied on your Higher self. Again, you respected our differences.

We didn’t get a proper good bye because in this high speed world of technology, all my recent emails from you were lost, and I no longer had your address. Since we only wrote to each a few times a year, I have been wondering where you were and if I would finally receive a note from you soon. The last we were in contact you were the happiest I had ever heard you to be. Kayaking, enjoying your living as a lawyer, loving the lake by your house, boasting about your sister, heading to Martha’s Vineyard to be with family. I just imagined that your happiness spawned a great relationship with someone and that you were preoccupied, busy living life.

I never could have imagined that I would find out that eight months ago you passed away, and that 16 months ago, you had been diagnosed with cancer.

My mind is racing: did you tell me? Did I overlook a letter? Was there something subtle that you said? When was our last contact? I can’t even go back to the old emails, because they’re gone.

All I can do is mourn and trust that for some reason that isn’t clear now, this is how it was meant to be. My heart aches. The tears won’t stop. And I’m going to miss you so very dearly. And I’m going to always regret not having been able to share a proper farewell.

Thank you for your respect and your friendship. You are so very special to me, and I’ll cherish our time together with all my heart. I know you’re at peace where you belong.

Love,

Sandy

Seeing with My Own Eyes

2011-06-13T12:56:00.000-07:00

Move back one half foot, squat, adjust the grip, look to the right edge - straighten the line, now look to the left, up, down, shift the focus to lower right edge, check composition, overexpose by a half stop, adjust the shutter speed, final composition check and click. That's my eye dancing around the view finder when I'm taking a photograph.

"Few are those who see with their own eyes and feel with their own hearts." ~ Albert Einstein

Yesterday after enjoying a peaceful day outdoors together, Alessandro and I hung curtain rods in the living room and kitchen. We had just commented as we parked the car in the driveway that it was great to have an afternoon together, but we knew the bickering would begin shortly, and our wisdom did not fail us. Alessandro finished hanging rods in the living room and called me from the kitchen where I was hanging a tension rod over the sink. He stood there with a stance of satisfaction admiring his work. I studied the wall, eyed the window frame, top right, top left, and all I could see was the flaw. The left curtain rod had been hung higher than the right. Disagreeing profusely, Alessandro became defensive, so I encouraged him to let the ruler be the judge. Turns out there was a quarter inch difference between the two. A difference that would be exaggerated once the curtains were hung. The discovery of this fact made him even more upset, and he declared "you have a sickness, you're insane." Frankly, he carried on quite a bit about how nuts I am and that he wasn't about to redo the work.

Well, I can't argue that I'm all of those things. The difference is, I don't see them as good or bad. I simply see myself for who I am. Perfectionist. Control freak. Outspoken. Direct. The list is long, trust me.

And so, as we crawled into bed that night and I thanked him for fixing the curtain rods (even though he didn't want to and because I truly do appreciate his hard work) and reminded him that he still owed me an apology for not being very nice during our project (because it's important to call each other out on our "stuff"), I scooped myself under the covers. Then, to my surprise, he let out a sigh and a smile, looked over and said, "scusami, tesoro" - "I'm sorry, honey." And with lighter hearts, we laughed and kissed and cuddled.

The date was Sunday, June 12th. On this day two rare things occurred: my husband apologized and I reminded myself that I see with my own eyes and feel with my own heart.

And because pictures are fun, here's one small corner of our new place that is presentable:

Happy Monday.

Karen + Phil, Dawn Ranch, Guerneville, CA

2011-06-06T18:22:00.000-07:00

How EXCITING! Here are the very first results of my new gig as a second shooter for First Comes Love Wedding Photography by Alison Bank! The setting is Dawn Ranch in Guerneville, CA.

Keep in mind as you view these photos: a second shooter does not have front row seats to the wedding. It's my job to get various angles and pick up the miscellaneous shots.

This is a really great opportunity as I challenge myself and make the push to dive into wedding photography. I'm so grateful to Alison for taking a chance on me and booking me for the rest of her 2011 wedding season. Looking forward to working my butt of for you, mamma!

Happy Happy!!

Storyboards + Templates :: Tips + Tricks

2011-06-01T09:42:00.000-07:00

This is exciting! Yesterday, I learned something new and thought it would be fun to share on the blog.

A while back, Suze Allen of Manuscript Mentors contacted me asking for photography to accompany a children's cookbook proposal she was putting together for a mutual colleague, Gabi Dixson. I was thrilled to work on the project with them and together we conducted four photo shoots of the adorable, want-to-tickle-them-and-roll-over-the-floor-and-giggle-until-we're-exhausted-kids below. As we were editing the final images last week, we realized that three photos seem to tell the story better than one. Since I believe in the quality of strong presentation, this meant I would need to learn how to use storyboards in Photoshop, a.k.a. masking and clipping. : O

Although the first try left me frustrated and confused, the second try worked like a charm. That's my motto, "If it's not working, let it go. Stop. Pick it up again in an hour or in a few days when your brain has had time to reboot."

If you're interested in learning how to create your own storyboards, here are some helpful links for you. These are useful for blog posts, web design and for print products such as albums and holiday cards. Good luck! And Happy Tuesday!

Click It Up a Notch - A terrific blog that offers great tips and tricks by a mom of two that has only been taking pix for THREE years. God I love that and find it so inspiring.

The Coffeeshop Blog - This is the site where I found the storyboard templates used below. Another amazing self taught mom of two.

To learn how to create and how to use clipping masks, click HERE.

Alison + Josh

2011-05-21T08:40:00.000-07:00

Yesterday, I was honored to photograph the rehearsal ceremony and dinner for Alison and Josh. The world is a better place because of your love. My heart is bursting with happiness for you and your families. Have a blessed wedding day! xo

Elisa + Nicola

2011-05-20T10:27:00.000-07:00

In italian the words, "non vedo l'ora" translate directly to "I can not see the hour" but what it really means is, "I am looking forward to" or "I can't wait." We said those words often before Elisa and Nicola arrived from London this Easter for a ten day visit.

Now, what we really couldn't "see" was that after we had made plans with them to stay with us, Alessandro would accept a new job and we would relocate to a new home an hour away. That translates to "yikes, we're nuts, insane, we've gone mad!" But for some reason, we both took the moment in stride. The four of us had an amazing reprieve from the hustle of life relaxing, eating, enjoying wineries and spa treatments in Napa, along with art exhibits and burgers. Really, who the hell are we?! Here's the proof. Now, you won't see a photo of me, because I'm always behind the camera, but are the smiles not evidence of just how care free we were? I think Elisa beating the boys in bocce was the biggest upset of our joint vacation!

Our royal guests left on a Sunday evening, and by Wednesday our home was fully packed and ready for the movers. We didn't lift a finger until Monday. I'm convinced that all of the candles that Alessandro's mom lights for him at church truly work in our lives. Really, there are angels working in more ways than one.

So, Elisa and Nicola we hear London calling! Next we meet, we'll be sure to swap out the burgers for fish and chips, have some "crisps" and share high tea together! Non vediamo l'ora!!!

I'll Take Happiness, Please by Guest Blogger, Clara

2011-05-18T11:46:00.000-07:00

Please welcome SFP's very first guest blogger, Clara!

A little background info to start us off: It occurred to me recently how much my spiritual well being relies on the support of others. When my well is dry, I need to replenish, and I do this often. I am blessed to have many friends and colleagues who are of the earth, as I like to describe them. For some, this stuff is too touchy feely. I get that. Then, these posts are not your cup of tea. But for others that are having a hard day, or in the midst of a crisis or just want to be reminded of the brighter side of life, these posts will be something I hope you look forward to. I wanted to combine my two passions: photography and spirituality.

To sum it up, the guest blogger series runs like this: The guest and I set up a portrait session in a location of the guest's choice. The guest writes on a topic that is close to their heart at the moment, I like to call it an "ah-ha!" moment. Then, without reading the post, I edit the images. Once done, the photos and words are combined and posted to the SFP blog. If you have feedback, please do leave a note! It would be great to hear from you and it would make the guest blogger feel good, too.

Without further adieu, please meet Clara and read her inspiring words:

On Saturday, I spent one of the happiest days of my life. I got up early, bathed, dressed and made my face up carefully. “We’re going out,” I told myself. “We’re going to have a wonderful day.”

I’ve had to get over thinking it’s weird to talk to myself like that. I’ve realized it’s necessary in order to heal years of toxic head-chatter. My version of God was once so punishing that I thought—in that unexamined way one can think—that I deserved all the abuse I was dishing out inside my own head. I thought I deserved to be unhappy. That it was my fate. That suffering proved something worthy about me and my value to the world.

Undoing this conviction has been the work of decades. In the course of it, I have uncovered many truths I did not want to face. Such as, for example, that the mere fact I wanted something powerfully and truly was the sign I wasn’t supposed to have it. How screwed up is that? The more I wanted it, the more I believed I wouldn’t get it, and wasn’t supposed to get it.

Naturally, such a conviction set up so much anxiety about wanting anything at all that I either tried not to want things (impossible for me, as I am a creature of powerful desires), or I tried to figure out how to get some of what I wanted but not all of it. That way, my unconscious reasoned, I could keep that punishing angel from realizing what was going on and springing into action to deny me, once again, fulfillment and happiness. Recognizing this pattern filled me with shame—which, naturally, was not so helpful.

Yet, over time, I have come to see that the genesis of that masochistic pattern was, deep down, love. Deep, deep down was a little girl who loved and wanted to be loved, and who saw, incorrectly but passionately, that if she sacrificed herself, perhaps those she loved would be happy and perhaps they would love her in return.

Deep, deep down, still deeper and older, was the mother of that little girl, who had come to similar conclusions about happiness and love and sacrifice. And of course, there was the father of that little girl, who had come to his own conclusions about how to earn love. And before them, were their mothers and fathers, my grandparents, and before them, their parents, and on and on, back to some woman and man on the plains of Africa, whoever they may have been, the mother and father of us all, and back beyond them, lightening striking in the primordial seas, and life, somehow or other beginning. Underneath a lot, if not all of it was love, however suffering, however twisted around and distorted, however muted, however confused.

Despite the loneliness I felt in the center of my own drama, my mistaken ideas about happiness were so far from uncommon. Rather, they are the ground on which many of us walk, literally as common as dirt. It’s so easy to be unhappy, particularly in old, familiar ways. What’s hard is to commit to being happy. What’s hard is to believe we are supposed to be happy. It has certainly been a long, hard struggle for me.

And on Saturday, somehow, I arrived at happiness. Deep down, deep dish happiness. For years, I’ve been undoing the knots inside me, and becoming happier and clearer, bit by bit by bit. But there had remained the deepest division—my self from my self. That’s a split any unhappy person recognizes. On Saturday, I felt like I was celebrating a honeymoon: my self had finally knitted its broken heart together. Another way to put it would be to say that my soul had joined the rest of me, or that I had finally found God inside me. Any of those would do, but the truest word for it is simply ‘love.’ Hence the word “honeymoon.” I was celebrating finding love in every corner of my being.

I had a perfect day, tailored to my own simple interests: a trip to a museum in San Francisco; shopping at a department store downtown; a hike in the hills at dusk with my dog. It was a day for me. It wouldn’t have suited everybody, but it wasn’t meant to. It was meant for me, as I am, here and now, a happy woman at last in love with her life.

A Royal Thank You and Announcements

2011-05-13T10:01:00.000-07:00

Over thirty years ago, in a small Italian town, two boys met at catechism class, swooned over a gorgeous teacher, played pranks, tennis and music, predicted one another’s future vocations, studied English abroad, and developed a friendship that would carry them through every milestone of life. Alessandro and Nicola understand each other as only dear friends can.

And so when Nicola and his wife, Elisa, flew to San Francisco from London to spend ten days with us, we were more than excited. We had a lovely time together exploring the wine country, touring the city, and eating at our favorite restaurants.

Yesterday, just a week and a half since their return home, a royal package arrived in the mail and it was filled with amazing goodies like a Jo Malone candle, Penhaligon’s Bluebell talcum powder, Fortnum and Mason tea, Liberty London stationary, and Stuart Gardiner linens. I love how the postage on the package reads, “Royal Mail.” Now, if only the cyber world offered scratch and sniff, because the scents filling our home right now are amazing! I brewed a pot of tea immediately, and took these photos. THANK YOU, NICOLA AND ELISA! You are very thoughtful, indeed. It was such a pleasure to spend time with you.

Also, another sincere thanks to Luca and Brenda for sending the lucky bamboo plant! Luca is the equivalent to Nicola only pack that 30 + year friendship into ten years instead! : )

Now, for the exciting announcements!!! Here we go!

SFP has moved! My hubby accepted a new job, so we high tailed it out of the east bay and moved to Menlo Park to be closer to his new office in Palo Alto. I love it here. You may remember some agonizing I displayed over this pending change, and well, it feels good to be on the other side of it. Had I known the light in our new place would be this gorgeous, I would have been at ease a lot sooner!

Keep a look out for guest blogger posts coming soon! This is so exciting for me. A few people have commented that they like to pop over to the blog because they find it inspiring. Yikes, really? I would call myself anything but inspiring, but I realized the value in that feedback and wanted to add to it. So, from time to time, I will be conducting portrait sessions and posting the images along with a blurb from the subject on a topic of their choice. Can’t wait to see how this develops!

Lastly, the talented Alison Bank of First Comes Love Wedding Photography has taken me on as a 2^nd shooter! Our first gig together is this weekend. Who knows? She may fire me right away?! But this is exactly the kind of experience I’ve been aiming for… need to test the waters and gauge if wedding photography is my thang. And truth be told, I just l.o.v.e. her work. Can’t wait to learn from her!

Okay, happy weekend and enjoy the pix!

Gabilicious

2011-04-29T11:00:00.000-07:00

I know there are many that do not favor nick names. However, I don't want to imagine how boring life would be without them. Gabriella is a beautiful name through and through. Of Hebrew origin it means, "God is my strength." {How lovely to be reminded of that everyday!} Coincidentally, I chose Gabriella as my confirmation name. But really, when you look at these images - doesn't "Gabilicious" come to mind? She's Gabi, she's delicious, so in my books, she's Gabilicious.

These are a few select images from a project {not-so-top-secret} that I'm working on with a few other fabulous and fine women. Can't wait to share the details. For now, I can tell you that the stylist on this shoot was Rosy Fridman Strazzeri. To say I adore her is an understatement. Her style, her vision, her feminine strength is heaven. Working with her on this short shoot was such a gift and a treat. One of my favorite things (of many) about Rosy is her use of the word "geniale" which translated from italian means "brilliant, ingenious; of genius." Imagine working with someone and hearing that word being used to describe the outcome of your collective creativity. It would feel good, right?!

All that said, there's some big news coming up, so please stay tuned. Will share some fun changes in life and on the blog in the next couple weeks.

Happy Spring!

3rd Annual Portraits in the Park. Child and Family Portraits.

2011-04-19T15:36:00.000-07:00

$600 is what it costs to fund grade school and high school tuition for one year in Rulenge, Tanzania. Last weekend, Bridges of Promise along with several volunteers and thirty amazing families raised $2,005! That is enough to send 3.34 children to school!

For a minimum donation of $75, families received a 20 minute portrait session, five 4x6 artist choice prints and the corresponding digital negatives of those five images.

A big thank you to our volunteers: Marita Madeloni, Luis Costadone, Warren Jones, Amy Kight Costadone, Pete Kierhart, and Janice Jobe and to my non-profit partner Karen Schuster.

BOP West and BOP East combined are currently sponsoring 55 orphans altogether in 2011. Thank you to everyone who keeps our mission in motion. It takes a village, and we're so grateful for the generous support of our community.

If you would like to sponsor a child or have a fundraiser idea, please contact Karen: karen.bridgesofpromise@gmail.com.

The Riley's. Family Portraits. San Francisco Bay Area.

2011-04-13T23:41:00.000-07:00

Samantha was two the first time her patient, coy eyes gazed into my lens. She was full of bubbles and laughter posing like a pro for the camera. Later, at three, she impressed me even more. If you look closely, you may recognize her from the website.

This weekend, at four years old, Sam displayed a new kind of poise. The one that says, "yes, you're only eight months old, and I'm your big sister, Charlotte, so mommy and daddy will be very busy with you for a while, and that's ok, because I'm excited you're here, too." Well, I'm ad-libbing here, but you get it, right? Charlotte looks up to her big sister, smiles so big (probably to show off those two fancy bottom teeth that came in) and beams brightly making her eyes twinkle like fairy dust.

There's nothing like having a sister. Congrats, Samantha and Charlotte! You're so very lucky, and so am I for having the honor of documenting this special time in your lives. xo

Devin

2011-04-04T13:38:00.000-07:00

Now, you may not think that cats are as smart as dogs, but I promise you, Zeus ran all around the house in excitement yesterday morning after I told him we were having company and that a little boy named Devin would be coming over. Really, you can nod your head and call me the crazy cat lady, which I gladly am, but it is true! Another truth: this 3 year old is the best high-fiver I've ever met. And look at him posing like a champ! His parents stopped by for a long overdue brunch this weekend, and we snapped these photos after feeding the ducks by the water near our house. In fact, our cats followed us throughout the entire walk and attentively enjoyed the feeding frenzy. As you can see here, Zeus really takes it upon himself to be an excellent host. Here's to a Happy Monday!

Album Sample - Evans Maternity Session

2011-03-28T09:18:00.000-07:00

The first time creating an album for a client had me a little nervous. Through some research and the input from a good friend, I came across LustreColor. My client, Lauren, knew she wanted an album of her maternity session, and when the Leather Craftsman option was a little over her planned budget, we opted for the New Vision Coffee Table book. Lauren was a great client to work with, because she knew exactly what she wanted out of each image and did a great job of communicating her ideas and end goal. When the package from LustreColor arrived, it felt like Christmas. A huge sigh of relief came while thumbing though the thick art mounted pages. Lauren and Glenn look stunning on every page. (Again, we can't share the black and white nudes taken in the studio, but oh, they are so beautiful!) This particular 10x10 album has a few nice features: It lies flat when opened, the pages are gilded in silver, and the cover is a photo wrap. If anyone has any questions about the album, please don't hesitate. Album fees are priced per project since it's a custom order and the cost is determined by its design, how many pages are included, etc.

Marini's, the Sequal

2011-03-19T15:08:00.000-07:00

Just about as darling as they come, full of energy, ready to talk with the grown ups, and letting you know exactly her stance on important world matters like when it's time to enjoy a good meal of prunes and oatmeal, at just seven months, Sofia has taken the Marini family by storm. Her mommy is brazilian, her daddy is italian, and she has the beauty and charm to prove it.

Like the Marini's, many of us live far away from our loved one's. To say we miss our family and friends is an understatement. We sacrifice important moments and all of the mundane day to day activities in between that we know would somehow feel better if we could share them with our best friends and sisters, brothers and cousins. For the Marini's who have family in Brazil, Italy, Los Angeles and Canada, family photos are even more important to far away grandmothers like Sofia's who hasn't been able to meet her yet. I can't even imagine the heartache and what that must feel like? The way I see it, when these portraits arrive in her home, she has something to daydream over, a way to connect and imagine what it must be like to be with her granddaughter in person holding each other, laughing together. And it's an opportunity to see her daughter living her life happily - a way to cherish the blessings in all of their lives. It's one more way for their hearts to be close even though they live time zones apart.

I was so excited when the Marini's booked their second session (just before Sofia was born, we had a maternity session at the Presidio in San Francisco). Now that baby Sofia is sitting up and sporting all kinds of smiles and laughter, it was the perfect time to capture their growing family, the love, and the laughter - the joy that a baby brings.

Change

2011-03-04T11:37:00.001-08:00

Something I've learned how to do in my 30's is to be uncomfortable, to sit with uncomfortable feelings and allow them to pass when they're good and ready. The east-coaster in me found this approach to life passive. I've always fallen into the "grab-the-bull-by-the-horns-and-fix-it" category. In my teens and my 20's, I would do anything to take away an uncomfortable feeling, and I mean just about anything. And if I couldn't accomplish something from start to finish with the snap of my little chubby fingers - let her rip!

So, what is it about change that brings up those feelings? Change, afterall, can often be a good thing. It's just that change can be slow and unpredictable. It means something new is coming, something different like loss of control, disorganization, complications, chaos, and disruption of my beautifully orchestrated and comfortable routine. I'm grinning as I type, because the change that has me in a tizzy hasn't even happened yet, and it's already crippling me. There is so much wisdom that has been passed down to me from others, and it's whispering in my ear. Will I listen to it? Will I sit with these uncomfortable feelings and keep walking the walk despite my fear? Yes, I probably will. And everything will probably turn out well with all sorts of unexpected abundance and good things.

Raising the Bar

2011-02-25T15:10:00.000-08:00

The room at the W hotel in downtown San Francisco was crowded with young professionals sipping wine and mingling around a table of finger foods and Luna textile samples. These after work parties had become common during the dot.com boom. Poor twenty-somethings like myself took advantage of the free food and drinks.

On this particular night at the end of July, I had just turned 29, my dear friend Eleanor carried on about this Italian that I just had to meet, and why hadn't we met already?! She was the quintessential social prowess and knew everyone, of course. Finally, the introduction came, and I had to pause after exchanging business cards. Had this man just treated me like a lady? Had he shown modesty and genuine enthusiasm for meeting my acquaintance? I prayed. Literally. I closed my eyes and spoke to God, "if you're trying to tell me something, I'm listening."

His name was Alessandro, he recently moved here from Modena by way of Ontario. He was transferred by a large commercial marble company. Understanding that I had been studying Italian for two years, he graciously offered his native ear. A week went by before an email landed in my in-box while I was on the east coast for one of my best friend's wedding. Again, this "phenomenon" of a man sent a lovely message. It was friendly and neutral, by no means pushy or assumptive or asinine (oh, the childish men I've met!) He said so little, but what he said was concise. Hmmm... I was bewildered and openly astute.

For one year we would continue to bump into one another at these industry parties always excited to see one another and catch up. Every once in a while, I might receive a call or an email, and once we even went to tea so we could exchange some information he offered as I was contemplating searching for a new job.

I dated throughout that time, but he became my barometer. Each date, each lunch or dinner companion was quickly assessed and compared to him. No one added up. Not even close. BUT as far as I could tell, Alessandro didn't have eyes for me. We simply shared a nice acquaintance. Still, I felt very confident that I had no desire to settle for less.

Fast forward to my thirtieth birthday party, an offer to take a ride on his motorcycle as a gift, and the rest is history. A few weeks after the party, we arranged to take a spin through the headlands on his Ducati and then later had an afternoon tea in Tiburon where it became crystal clear how much we liked one another. What's so wild is we figured out that this date turned out to be one year to-the-day of our first email correspondence.

Ten years later, we're married and this week, he became an American citizen. Truly, this is a milestone for both of us. I had acquired my Italian citizenship three years prior through my family lineage. Now that we both have dual citizenship, it makes me understand how incredible life can be when you take risks, when you travel, when you live away from home, build roots in far away places, and most importantly, when you don't settle for less. We both miss our families dearly, and I know my mother-in-law is so nervous he'll never come home. But that isn't our plan at all. We aim to live in Europe and in the States someday, and now it's all the more possible.

As I sat through the ceremony, I reflected upon my grandparents and the sacrifices they have made for my parents, my siblings and cousins. An overwhelming sense of gratitude fell over me. When you follow your dreams, the doors open wide, the love poors in, and the abundance in everyday simple life is immense, and it carries on beyond your own years. It's passed on, and it is the most amazing gift.

Here are a few pix from the day of the ceremony, just something to remember the day by.

The auditorium at the Paramount Theatre was filled with almost 1,000 new citizens from 104 countries and their friends and families.

Dreamy

2011-02-21T17:37:00.001-08:00

Oh, this little sweetie is a girl after my own heart. Silver loves to eat! We had a fabulous little time together complete with a tour of her new fairy bedroom, a yummy lunch, and a cuddle session under the sheets with mommy and daddy. My favorite thing on this planet - cuddling in bed. Being a toddler = dream life. And little miss Silver, here, is livin' the dream.

"Amore" Banner Published on Wedding Chicks

2011-02-11T11:49:00.000-08:00

Wow! This is such an exciting day! For the very first time, my work has been published! Thank you, Wedding Chicks, for liking my little "Amore" banner (aka: Valentina) - it's such an honor to be amongst all the beauty on your lovely blog. To see the post, click here. xoxo

Love{ly}

2011-02-09T15:33:00.000-08:00

Idea. She lingers with me in bed at night swirling and dancing around my pillow until her noisy murmurs fade and dreams begin. As the sun awakens and whiskers attached to a chubby orange tabby tickle my nose, she stretches and begins encircling me again. She persists. "Scalloped edges," she whispers. "Silk hand-dyed ribbon, metallic prints, gold embossed letters stamped in the word A.M.O.R.E. A box, a simple box embellished with golden flowers. And do me a favor, make sure each photo depicts an embrace." Servitude beckons, and the next week is spent preparing each of her requests, carefully piecing each element together by hand. Then, she appears. Idea is born. I name her Valentina. Afterall, she is love{ly}.

Buon San Valentino!

Lovely

2011-02-07T11:58:00.000-08:00

Something lovely awaits... not just inside this box, but out there... that's what I've decided. That's what's been proven to me. xoxoxoxoxxxxxooo

Ribbons & Jane

2011-01-26T14:38:00.000-08:00

As I was packaging the Rau Family print order and poking around through a ribbon box I wondered what my grandma Jane would think of my handy-work. Lately, the SFP print packages have become more simplified. Mostly, to save time, but also to establish a less feminine, more uni-sex look. It's growing on me. The box on the left holds 5x7 and 4x6 prints plus the CD {shown on the right.} The folder in the center holds the 8x10's. All products are courtesy of Paper Source.

My grandmother {pictured below} is one of my earth angels. Driving through the woods and soft hills to her home was one of my favorite pleasures growing up. Waiting there was a closet full of toys, games, and crafts beautifully organized just like her well kept home. She always gave her undivided attention whether she was hovering over me while I drew, teaching me how to sew, or if we were playing a board game like Yahtzee or UNO {remember?!}. Sometimes, my great aunts would be there, too. In all, there were thirteen siblings in her family. But I only knew two of her sisters really well, Aunt Bunnie and Aunt Connie. Imagine feisty, direct, good humored women who were each very talented whether in the kitchen, with crafting or out in the garden. There was no better schooling than being in their company and learning not only their crafts but their values.

Dear grandma, you are so very missed. There are so many things that I want to share with you like my box of ribbons, my cooking, my husband, the pictures I make and my neat little home that I think you would like. I talk to you often, and know with my heart that you are always listening. The other night, I was so excited to see you in my dream. Drop by anytime. Being in your company remains one of my greatest pleasures.

Lauren and Glenn + One

2011-01-11T13:26:00.000-08:00

Back in late October, I was about to enjoy one of the most exquisite meals ever at the new wine bar, Secco, in Richmond, VA where my stellar brother-in-law is the executive chef when I received a call from an expecting mom inquiring about a maternity session. I was thrilled! Only one month into my new photography business and Google Ads was working. Lauren described the photo seen below of the forever-sexy Cindy Crawford 7 months preggo on the 1999 June cover of W magazine as photographed by Michael Thompson. I was in love with the idea, and we booked her session for January 9th.

At that moment, I realized that taking a leap of faith is so worth it. I never knew what to expect from embarking on this new journey. I still don't know. But in those/these moments, it feels like I'm floating. And I will say, that it is also my brother-in-law, Tim, and my sister who inspired me to follow my heart. Only three years ago, Tim left my sister to finish up his culinary degree in Florence, Italy. They both made extraordinary sacrifices, and I would say after seeing him in that kitchen and eating his fine food, it paid off. Simultaneously, my sister was pushing along with her new company NEAT and shortly after Tim returned, landed a consulting spot on the A&E TV show Hoarders. Sitting at the table in their company was a perfect time to feel the grace of making the leap. And onward, we enjoyed all of the delicious foods Tim served us - a lovely red, Crivelli Ruche di Castagnole Monferrato from Piedmont, Italy, cauliflower and chocolate soup, fried olives, pasta made in-house, salumi toscano... oh, my mouth is watering just thinking about that meal!

Well, this past Sunday that amazing evening was far behind me as I ventured into the studio to photograph Lauren and her lovely husband, Glenn. Bummer is, I can't show you the results! I'm respecting their wishes to keep the studio shots private. So, here are a few pix we took after the studio session, just some simple lifestyle portraits out along the sunny but freezing San Francisco Crissy Field. Lauren is not only beautiful, she is brave for battling the chill in her maxi sundress! Baby Aidan is one lucky little boy, and he doesn't even know it yet.

Bailey

2011-01-05T09:41:00.000-08:00

This Monday, I was honored to hang out with lovely Bailey and help her update her headshots. She's a seasoned model, you see, at the tender age of eleven. Bailey and I met years ago when I used to book her for commercial shoots. Did you know I was a photo producer for many years? Oh, some of those days could be so rough! Taking photos of Bailey was much more fun. She's growing into such a young woman. On the ride to the location, she gave me the 411 on the popular kids, the not-so-popular kids and how she loves everything historical including this amazing mansion in Napa that we used as our backdrop. Bailey, I hope you land some great modeling assignments in 2011 and that you continue to enjoy school. Happy New Year and thanks for being my first session of the year!

Highlights of 2010 + Goals for 2011

2011-01-01T20:11:00.000-08:00

Looking back upon 2010, I am overwhelmed with an immense sense of peace and hope. Here are my favorite highlights of 2010 and goals for 2011:

2010

1. Witnessed someone I'm close to break through an addiction. Okay, that's not my achievement - my success in that story is we had a relationship despite the insanity of his disease. We hadn't had a cohesive conversation in almost a decade until this fall, and to describe the depth of the ugly escapades would take a novel. Suffice it to say, two years ago, I resolved that he would die from what the drugs were doing to his body. Along with that attitude, my hope died as well. But somehow despite the anger, pain and sadness, I kept the faith. I kept showing up. I continued calling, and I kept loving even if it had to be at arms length. I never ever expected him to detox. When he was unresponsive to my calls one weekend, I decided to call the ambulance --- we live far apart --- so I really believe it's that "staying connected" that helped him get to the hospital when he needed it. What a joy it has been to be in his company, to talk and to laugh. This is my biggest highlight of the year - witnessing someone who is important to me come alive again. What a lesson in humility, compassion, and gratitude.

2. Quit my job to pursue a photography business. I don't know where the audacity came from because I'm ultra practical and like my i's dotted, my t's crossed and to know my steady income is automated into my bank account at all times. What a surprise to feel the courage to let go and trust in myself enough to make a living at this. I can't call it passion or a gift... it's always been this subtle force, the desire to take pictures. It's something within that moves me to do it. I'm simply deciding to give in to it, and to practice as much as I can, to become as good as I can, and to share the results with others. I'm a person that worked hard for someone else for over 15 years. It feels so good to put that energy and tenacity into myself instead.

3. Began a non-profit called Bridges of Promise. In October 2008, I offered to help someone have a cookie exchange to raise money for children in Tanzania. Next thing I know, this woman and I are becoming fast friends and filling out paper work to acquire 501c3 status so that we could independently transfer the money we were raising to fund orphan tuitions. This year, we raised enough funds to send 23 orphans to school and we assisted their community in receiving a 23k grant to build a water catchment system. Wow! Not only have we exceeded our expectations, but we enjoy working with each other. Between the non-profit and the photo business, it's been such a joy to work hard for things I believe in and to LEARN. I LOVE learning new things, especially when they make me feel accomplished.

4. Spending time with friends and family. I typically take two to three trips back east each year. In 2010, I flew down to Florida to spend time with my grandfather. While there, his wife ended up in the hospital, and it felt so good to be able to take the 45 minute drive with him to be with her. Plus, passing the time together on the rocking chairs of his porch - priceless. I also was able to let him know how much our family cares about him and we would like to be the one's who take care of him as he gets older. He's a young 88 right now, so who knows when that time will come?! In late August, my kid brother came to visit for two weeks. It was a challenging visit at times, because he's still a kid, so I have to remind him to brush his teeth, wash his hands, etc., and I come across like a nag which is not fun. But, he impresses me. He is such a young man already (at the tender age of 11). I don't think he realizes how much he teaches me. Then, I went home for a high school reunion which was fun, but coincidentally my father had hip surgery scheduled, so I extended my stay. There were complications and the doctors cancelled the procedure which was already long overdue by four years. Being able to work through the red tape and keep him company in the many waiting rooms during those two weeks was like drinking gold. My dad is so grateful for my help, and I know we grew even closer because of that experience. The last trip was to see my mom and sister and baby nephew. Watching my mother be a grandma is such a joy for me. She's so happy, the happiest I've ever seen her and it fills me up. The whole family takes such good care of this little guy. It's just amazing to watch everyone be a part of his life. He's so darn precious. All of these peaceful visits with my family mean the world to me, because we live 3,000 miles apart. I love my life out in California, but my heart and my thoughts are always with my loved one's back east.

5. Cooking. I love cooking. I love feeding my husband good foods. I've always loved it. But this year, somehow it was different. First of all, Alle often cooks with me, and we took some new risks in the kitchen this year, but we still ate very simply, very healthy. Hearing that Alessandro prefers eating at home to a five star restaurant makes me feel like a million bucks. In fact, I don't need financial success, give me a plate of handmade pasta and homemade ragu, and I am as happy as I can be! Enjoying good food with my husband each night is a highlight because it's an easy everyday thing that brings consistency and goodness into our lives. Then, when we want to treat ourselves, we go to the better restaurants. We save so much money eating at home and making our own lunches that it's well worth it.

2011 Goals

1. Increase SFP visibility

2. Shoot one assignment per week

3. Build editorial/commercial portfolio

4. Organize/systemize process and procedures of SFP

5. Add weight lifting to work out regime

6. Double BOP proceeds and keep up the blog weekly

7. Read more books from the library

8. Visit a part of Cali Shane hasn't seen during his annual visit

9. Attend photo workshop of a female photographer whose style and business model I admire

10. Master 5 recipes from my new Bottega cookbook.

Wishing all a happy and prosperous new year. May you have your heart's desire!

Breathe

2010-12-17T09:43:00.000-08:00

It's Friday. I'm having a late breakfast of tea and toast. I have plenty to do today, but none of the work is urgent as it has been over the last several weeks. Time to take a breath. There, I'm breathing. Looming in my mind is one task that I'm excited to tackle but also scared to begin: writing out my 2011 goals.

I have this nervous, tense feeling in my stomach. Taking deep breaths helps until I remember that I'm holding my breath again. Why am I so worried, tense and confused? Ah huh! I'm reaching my goals that I set out for myself in 2010. No, better yet, I've surpassed my goals! Success - that's what's scaring me! Why? Why do I have to be one of those people who feels so easily overwhelmed?

Just last week, a client experienced a snafu with her print order. This wasn't my fault, but I like to blame myself for everything - pretty egotistical, right? To think that I have something to do with everything. And it's also pretty nutty that I think there always has to be *blame* associated with a mistake. The truth is it was a simple misunderstanding. NOT A BIG DEAL! But I MADE IT A BIG DEAL on myself for a good hour. Well, this high powered ego of mine cripples me. The truth is my successes far outweigh my mistakes. Wow, is THAT hard for me to digest! In January of 2010 my goals were to pursue my photography with more zest, to continue doing non-profit work and to travel. Vague, simple goals. Well, I didn't just spice up my photography life, I quit my full time job and began my own photo portrait business. And that non-profit work... it is now an official 501c3 called Bridges of Promise and we're about to become a part of LICA. The traveling - okay, I didn't exceed there. But I did go to the east coast a couple times this year to visit family and to help my dad through hip surgery. That's more than a fair trade, I believe.

But those mistakes that I've made - they knock me down. Yes, I pick myself up quite quickly, but I walk around with five tons of bricks on my back. You know that cliche, "I wear the weight of the world on my shoulders." That's me! Maybe I could put it into a different perspective - I've learned ALOT this year. Now, it's up to me to have the strength to put these lessons into practice. Being humble is not the same as being humiliated. There's an important difference.

There, I feel a little better. Writing it out is good. When I put my *small* problems into their proper perspective, I realize that I'm distracting myself from what's truly important. I think about the children in Tanzania who have lost their parents to AIDS whose elderly grandmother who can not walk well takes them to kindergarden every day. They attend a school that has no walls. Yes, the perspective comes quite clearly, and I remind myself that faith in myself, rejoice in any success I'm blessed with is reason to feel appreciation, gratitude and hope. If I succeed, I can help others to succeed. If I actively practice my faith, the rest is in God's hands. Really, all I have to do is show up and put one foot in front of the other. I don't have to be perfect. I can just be.

Now, I hope that this helps me to lighten up. Alessandro and I have been working really hard this year. He is the most amazing partner. Yep, I'm tearing up as I type that! I never knew. I truly never knew that two people could be so supportive of one another. I hope we can take a little down time this week to relax, to reflect and to feel at peace. And my other big wish is that we see the show Cavalia together during Christmas.

Just for this moment, I no longer feel worried, tense and confused. Phew! And even when I do feel that way again, because I will, very shortly, I'm sure of it. I can always turn it over to God like I did here. Again and again as many times as I need to.... and breathe.

PK Part II

2010-12-14T18:41:00.000-08:00

I could have done a million other things today, but I processed PK Part II. It was my way of procrastinating organizing my office. Now, to finish our Christmas cards!!

And the team being silly for the camera!

Photographer: Sandra Fazzino, bottom left

Producer: Sandra Jones, bottom right

Model: PK, top right

Hair and Make up: Asal, www.asalbeauty.com, top left

PK Part I

2010-12-10T15:40:00.000-08:00

If I were a person of few words, I would simply write these nine letters: b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l. Unfortunately, for many, I'm not. I need to tell you the little story of our test shoot. For months, PK and I have wanted to test together. This is something photographers and models do to keep busy during down time, to work on ideas that have been swimming around in our heads, and to keep our books fresh. Once PK found it within herself to stay in town (I'm teasing you, girlfriend!), we booked a date and made it happen with the help of an amazing producer, Sandra Jones, and a very talented make up artist, Asal (www.AsalBeauty.com.) There we were on the side of Route 37 in Sonoma, our trunks popped open, music pumpin', hot tea poring into our cups, baguettes, prosciutto crudo, caramel toffee treats, hair spray, camera gear, and clothes. Do we know how to do it in style, or what? We broke our day up into two sessions: the black and white tight shots as shown here, and the color full length shots which I will post later. Enough can not be said for how good it felt to be in the company of these talented and professional women. Enjoy, and please come back for a peek at part two!

A Reflection of Christmas

2010-12-06T09:51:00.000-08:00

Before I begin another busy week, I wanted to take a moment to reflect on Christmas. Now, I do go to church with my husband on the weekends, and we do openly discuss God and all of the blessings he puts in our life. And we also keep each other in check. We practice tough love daily. I'll paint the picture: it's kind of like something between Mr. and Mrs. Costanza on Seinfeld and the Castorini family in Moonstruck. It's true. No sooner do I pray to be patient and respectful with my husband after taking holy communion, I'm sass mouthing him over something so unimportant by the time we arrive to the car to ride home. Ie.: Alessandro: "I'm going to make ragu today." Me: "Oh yeah, does that mean you'll be leaving a pile of dishes for me when I come home tonight?!" Alessandro: "Don't sass me! I'll take care of the frrriggin' dishes!" (He has that italian accent, so he rolls his r's.) Meanwhile, I'm totally not showing how grateful I am that he's cooking! Luckily, he gets me. So, we smile, kiss and make up. Man, THAT is such a blessing!

I make so many mistakes day to day, week to week, and I pray for the ability to forgive myself and others and to do better the next time - to find clarity - to find peace with my shortcomings. As I was sitting in mass during this past rainy Sunday, I heard what is said at almost every service, "God knows that our faith is greater than our sins." Those words are so comforting to me. And how grateful I am that today peace and faith fill my heart and our home despite life's hardships, hiccups and just plain day-to-day yuck.

On a very personal note, the day-to-day in my home growing up - not so hot. Let's just say there was plenty of sassin' but no sign of any smiles or hugs that followed. There may have been, oh I don't know, a whole in the wall or a broken down door. Suffice it to say, making up was hard to do for my parents. BUT I am ever so grateful to them, because at Christmas time all hostilities were laid aside. Instead, we would spend hours walking through the snow to find the perfect tree. I, high atop my father's shoulders inspecting the specimens from above. Then, admiring the mechanics of the saw chopping down the tall, chubby pine. Once home, with Christmas music in full swing listening to everything from Elvis to Alvin and the Chipmunks, we would decorate the tree together. This was our tradition. It's taken some patience and compromise on both our parts, but now my husband and I carry on this tradition, and it makes me SO happy.

During Christmas, I become even more aware of these blessings and how much my faith plays such an important part in my feelings of safety, serenity, and most importantly hope. As the delicate dove that is perched upon our tree symbolizes the peace in our home... may faith, peace and love dwell in your home, too.

Kiran + Co.

2010-12-01T21:24:00.000-08:00

Are you as intrigued by the name as I am? The boy's name Kiran is pronounced keer-an. It is of Hindi and Sanskrit origin, and the meaning of Kiran is "beam of light". I'm here to tell you that Kiran's name is very fitting. He certainly moves at the speed of light! I could hardly keep up with this pint size ball of energy. He was on a mission to somewhere, but as soon as he would arrive to that somewhere, he was off again. Two of my favorite names are Lucia and Luciano. Both are Italian names and mean light. Notice that one of the family shots has flare - well, that is my creative liberty paying homage to Kiran's name and it's beautiful meaning. May you always live in the light of all that's good, Kiran. Such a pleasure to meet you!

Dorothy & Allen

2010-10-28T15:00:00.000-07:00

How wonderful is it to see this couple still in love, still embracing, holding hands, and enjoying each other's company? Allan really wanted portraits of he and Dorothy for some time, and we finally found a date and time that fit their busy schedule! It's such a joy knowing these two. We bump into one another at church, and they have been kind supporters of Bridges of Promise, the small non-profit that I run with my colleague Karen Schuster. BUT what is so fun and interesting about meeting Dorothy and Allan is the 6 degrees of separation that we share. Circa 1954, they actually lived in Catania, Sicily for one year while Allan worked in Melilli as a geologist, a small town 20 minutes away. So, the big deal about that is... Melilli is the town where my grandmother and grandfather are from and where my cousins still live in the home and on the huge farm where my grandmother was raised. I promise you, NO ONE has heard of this little paese accept for the thousands that live in my hometown of Middletown, CT who immigrated to the states before and after WWII. Really, other Sicilians don't even know about this place. I could hardly contain myself when Allan recounted his experience there. I give them both so much praise for the courage to live in another country and embrace another culture during that era. Dorothy even had her first born in Catania! This period of their lives and Allan's desire to have their portraits taken are testimony to their love and commitment to one another, and to their adventure and thirst for life.

These images are stylistic which is not typical for my work, but somehow the mood struck me today.

Abundance Organizing. Headshots.

2010-10-25T20:23:00.000-07:00

Abundance Organizing is a team of women located in Richmond, VA who specialize in helping those with attention deficit hyperactivity disorder, attention deficit disorder, hoarding, as well as individual and corporate relocation projects. One of their members (and my lovely younger sister) is an expert on A&E's Hoarders. Last week, we updated their head shots.

Casey Moore. Headshots.

2010-10-25T12:33:00.000-07:00

Casey Moore of Living Simply Consulting, Inc. needed to update her head shots. I hope she doesn't mind me revealing that she was a little nervous when she arrived to her session. Believe it or not, I can easily forget how uncomfortable it is to have your portrait taken. Before I could set up the camera and check the lighting she was zapping me with questions, "Where should I look? How should I stand? Where are you cropping the image?" I get it. It's hard to trust that the photographer sees you the way you want to be seen. She's investing good money for a 45 minute session and her hope is that these images will represent her and her company in a way that she wants to be portrayed. She had only seen my work on-line, and we didn't even have time to speak over the phone before we met. I wanted her to feel comfortable, so I told her the truth: she looked great. Plus, we laughed a lot, and I empathized with her. My cheesy trick for moments like this one is to encourage my subject to look at the camera as though it's a person they admire and enjoy being around, and yes, flirt! It's a cheap trick, but it works! Casey, I think you look fabulous in your photos. This sneak peek is an example of a few "fun" ones. Don't worry, we captured more "serious" poses, too. : )

Virginia

2010-10-24T22:06:00.000-07:00

We just returned from a short vacation to Virginia and Washington DC to see family and tour our nations's capitol. I couldn't pass up taking some family snapshots of my sister, her husband, and their son, Alton Joseph. Yes, that is also our mother who looks much more like she could be our sister, right? AJ's favorite things are jamming to music and eating yummy food. "Itsy Bitsy Spider" is an instant cheer-me-up. If he discovers that you're admiring him from afar, he'll wave to you and shoot you the most charming smile. Yep, my heart melts each time. The photos were taken at this really sweet store just outside of Richmond called Gather, one of my mother's favorite places to find vintage and one-of-a-kind items to decorate her home. A big thank you to Tina, who made us feel welcome and for helping me pick out my gorgeous new purse repurposed from an antique quilt. Love. It.

Marino Fleisher

2010-10-14T12:54:00.000-07:00

The final and last portrait session from back east: The Fleisher's. I could easily write a book about my friendship with Michelle. I remember vividly sitting in the cafeteria at a bench table packed with kids on our first day of 4th grade, my first day at a new school. Michelle was seated at the table behind me threatening another kid to shut up. I made a very clear decision to stay far away from her which wouldn't be easy in a small classroom like ours. Unfortunately, she didn't like me either. After a long year of keeping our distance from one another came to an end, we found ourselves at the same family picnic for the 4th of July. Her Uncle's wife is my father's cousin. (Yes, I know, more cousins....) Anyway, as I whined of boredom my mother encouraged me to play with Michelle. I reminded her that we weren't the best of friends, but she nudged me along anyway. Before I knew it, we're running down the peer that jetted into the ocean jumping fearlessly into the water and lighting as many bottle rockets and smoke bombs as we could find (stealing them from my cousin's bedroom, of course.) From that day forward we would become the best of friends. We would get into countless amounts of trouble, see the Principal's office more than once, be told to sit out in the hall until we could behave, steal our parents cars (before we had our licenses,) go to dances with boys sporting mohawks, perform Sonny and Cher routines for our school and department stores alike, and eventually dance until dawn in New York City. She's been my comic relief, the wind beneath my wings (wink wink) and my partner in crime. Oceans couldn't keep us apart. Thank heavens for BFF's.

Salafia Pepitone

2010-10-13T20:51:00.000-07:00

The Pepitone's were the third family photo session when I was back east. Again, Silvana and I have known each other since the 4th grade. Not to mention, her mother and my grandfather are first cousins. My favorite memory of Silvana that sums her up well is when we were teenagers shopping at a mall, she lost track of me and used the store intercom to announce, "Sandy Fazzino, please come to the cosmetic department. Sandy Fazzino to cosmetics." In one word: fearless. How she knew how to use that thing is a mystery. Now, she's married to a great guy with two wonderful children. Sofia Rose has my heart and Joseph, you are growing into a fine young man. I miss my friends so much. To live on opposite coasts and go one to two years at a time without seeing each other is tough. But when we come together and gab like no time has passed, it's truly a blessing.

Benavides Family

2010-10-13T14:44:00.000-07:00

Look at the beautiful Benavides family! I love the colors they chose to wear for their session, and the fun details that personalize their portraits like the glasses on Celia, the bow in Alexandra's hair and her favorite sweater that she wears almost every day. I was actually sad when our time came to a close. I could have photographed them forever. They chose Rancho Nicasio for their backdrop and came all the way from the east bay... I hope the trip was worth it!

Hunter Konstan

2010-10-13T10:06:00.000-07:00

The second east coast portrait session was with the Konstan family. Christine and I go even farther back, all the way to 1st grade! We played barbie dolls together in grade school, passed notes in the hall in middle school, and molded clay together in art class at Mercy High. We hadn't seen each other since graduating in 1990. It was really good to meet her husband, daughter, and three gorgeous dogs: Jessie, Fergus, and Reggie. The backdrop for their session was their lovely home in Essex. Sadie Blue LOVED the camera and the camera reciprocated the affection. My favorite moment was after the last shot, Sadie asked to climb on her mom's back. After we snapped a few frames and headed into the house, she said, "Mom, I love you," in the most satisfied voice I've ever heard. I hope we don't wait another 20 years before we meet up again. We hardly broke the ice. Maybe next time we'll see each other west side?

The Cinclair's

2010-10-12T17:27:00.000-07:00

My recent visit back east was a whirl wind of accompanying my father to doctor's appointments, getting him organized for hip surgery and pushing through a minutia of red tape to ensure he had the operation before I returned to San Francisco (the doctor's made some major communication errors that required us to jump through some hoops, and we surprised them all with our super abilities to divide and conquer.) In between my daughterly duties, I was able to share some well needed quality time with good friends and photograph their families.

The first session was with the Cinclair's. Rebecca and I have known each other since the 7th grade. We went on to catholic all girls high school and college together. Needless to say, we share many good memories. It's amazing to think that twenty years ago, her now husband and I were leaving the dining hall one crisp fall evening during our first semester at RIT when we bumped into Rebecca. Rick's curiosity was instantly peaked, and now they have ten years of marriage behind them and two adorably handsome boys. It is so wonderful to watch them grow as a couple and a family. I am looking forward to all of the good memories to come!

Hannah, Maya & Seth

2010-09-23T08:33:00.000-07:00

Next month, Hannah will celebrate her Bat Mitzvah. Her mother thought photos with her brother and sister would be a fun way to commemorate this special occasion and a good way to surprise their dad for his birthday. Hannah is also an accomplished chef, so some portraits in the kitchen were a must. Amidst the play fighting, giggle fits, and bossing each other around we actually managed to take a few photos. All I could do was sit there and take it all in. At one point, I even choked up watching them interact. I hope these photos will always be a reflection of this time in their lives, how special they are, and how much they mean to each other.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the one & only, Coco.

2010-09-22T15:22:00.000-07:00

Dearest Coco, I am truly 100% crazy for you! Your sweet kisses, your strut. Look at you dominating the San Francisco skyline... you know there are beach vendors in Italy that sell fresh coconut and sing your name: "CooocooOO! CoCooOO BellloooOO!" And wasn't it nice that your best friend Janie joined you for a quick pose, too? I can't wait to see you again, Coco. Til then, you'll be in my dreams, sweetheart...

Walk the Walk Jerry Carry

2010-09-14T09:20:00.000-07:00

This past Sunday marked the first Walk the Walk Jerry Carry fundraiser organized by Water Hope a non profit that provides clean water to children around the globe including Africa, Asia, India, just to name a few. During the walk participants are encouraged to carry plastic jugs (called jerry carries) which are used by villagers to transport water. Many times they walk 4 to 8 hours and lug more than one jug at a time, each container weighing up to 50 lbs when filled with water. Don't worry, at the event the jerry carries are empty!

This year, our organization Bridges of Promise assisted the town of Rukora, Tanzania in submitting a grant proposal to Water Hope which they won in the amount of $23,000 to build a water catchment system for their new dispensary. I am grateful to Water Hope for the generous work that they do and look forward to volunteering once again at their annual Wine to Water golf tournament this coming November.

Please take a look at the Water Hope website and consider how you may get involved, too!

Christina + David

2010-09-09T22:39:00.000-07:00

On Sunday, September 5th, I had the pleasure of photographing Christina and David's wedding in Orinda, CA. Christina and I met two years ago at FVLC where I volunteered to help her coordinate the organization's 30th anniversary fundraiser. We've remained in touch, and when she announced her engagement to David and asked me to photograph their wedding, I was thrilled for her and honored she thought of me to document their special day. These two are made for each other. Blessings and good wishes for many years of love and happiness! Oh, and thank you to my partner in crime, Marita Madeloni, who was COVERED in burrs and itching for hours after chopping down the sun-dried weeds so the couple could stand against that tree! You took one for the team, Madeloni!

East Coast Bound!

2010-09-08T15:53:00.000-07:00

I'm heading to the east coast on the following dates and am available for portrait sessions! I'll be in Middletown, CT attending the Mercy High School Reunion class of 1990 and visiting family Friday, September 24th-28th. Then, I will be in Richmond, VA visiting my mom and sister October 18th-21st and in Washington D.C. for the NIAF Gala October 21st-24th.

Mercy girls, if you haven't already, you can register for the reunion by clicking on the link above.

I'm offering a 50% discount on print orders to all east coasters! For pricing information, please visit my website. To book, shoot me an email or give me a ring! sandra@sandrafazzino.com | 415-336-5128.

Here is a list of sessions currently booked:

Middletown, CT - Wadsworth Mansion

Sat., Sept. 25th at 10am - Hunter-Konstan

Sat., Sept. 25th at 3:00pm - Marino-Fleisher

Sun., Sept. 26th at 11:30am - Dawson-Cinclair

Sun., Sept. 26th at 3pm - Salafia-Pepitone

I can't wait to see everyone!!

Since my hubby is missing the reunion, here's a pic of Alessandro and I in Napa after eating ourselves silly at Bottega, our very very most favorite restaurant.

My Baby Bro

2010-08-25T15:51:00.000-07:00

For those who are wondering, yes, this is indeed my baby brother. We are separated by 27 long years. What's funny is I remember vividly praying almost every night when I was about 8 years old for a kid brother. He came all the way from Connecticut to San Francisco for a two week visit. This morning, we sent him on his return flight home. Since our dad loves the water and boats, we thought this would be a great spot to take his portrait. Last night, the water was so calm along the bay, and the air was warm - the warmest night we've had all summer. This scene also happens to be where Shane would ride his bike daily, and where the three of us (my husband, Shane and I) would take an evening stroll after dinner. I'm beginning to choke up, so I'll end here and say how lucky I am to have a brother and a sister. We may live miles apart, but to joke and laugh with you is one of life's greatest gifts. Okay, maybe I meant to say, to tease and laugh at you is one of my favorite things to do... but I'm pretty sure that's what big sisters are for! : )

The Collier Family

2010-08-10T11:08:00.001-07:00

What a great day with the Collier family! Rowena is one of those moms who is WAY organized booking her session months in advance, comes equipped with comb, outfits, handy wipes! And Matthew is growing into such a fine young man. Our last portrait session was two years ago. It's the coolest thing to watch him grow. His dad works super hard which means long hours, and I think you can see in these photos that Matthew is just overjoyed to have some quality one on one time together. This is the reward of doing what I do. I wouldn't trade it for anything else in the world!

Dave, Arturo and Family

2010-08-07T12:30:00.000-07:00

What better way to celebrate the overturn of prop 8 than with family pix of Dave, Arturo and his two foster children, one adopted son, and one brave 18 year old they took in this summer after he was kicked out of his home for inviting his boyfriend to prom. They are exemplary men and their kids are amazing, too.

Best Friends

2010-07-30T13:53:00.000-07:00

Nine years together. Loyalty. Friendship. Unconditional love. Plus, a good squirrel chase every now and then.

Kris - Nicasio, CA

2010-07-16T16:12:00.000-07:00

Model: Kris Leifur, STARS

Hair + Make up: Victoria Wanberg

Location: Rancho Nicasio

Marini's

2010-07-06T12:43:00.000-07:00

Brenda + Luca

2010-07-05T19:14:00.000-07:00

Sisters

2010-07-02T17:48:00.000-07:00

A quick sneak peek before we head up to Sonoma for the holiday weekend. These four sisters are the most lovely young ladies. We had lots of fun at Lake Temescal hoola-hooping, blowing bubbles and playing in the sand! As you can see, even baby Ilana broke out her bikini! Stay tuned! Next week, maternity portraits!

Michael Pittman Design

2010-06-27T07:54:00.000-07:00

Michael Pittman is a modern renaissance man designing interiors, textiles, ceramics and fine art. Tinku, here, is his mascot.

Jessie

2010-06-25T01:51:00.000-07:00

Zeus + Suki June 2010

2010-06-23T22:07:00.000-07:00

Zeus and Suki are a constant source of entertainment. They amuse us and astound us. Zeus is quite famous, knows everyone in the neighborhood. And Suki is an accomplished soccer player. These photos represent their personalities too well. Clearly, they are polar opposites. However, they do have two things in common. They both join us for walks and follow us the whole way, and they are suckers for affection. We love you, boys!

Saint Mark Graduation Class of 2010

2010-06-19T16:33:00.000-07:00

Sneak Peek - Grandpa

2010-06-08T18:38:00.000-07:00

Just returned from Florida where I enjoyed a lovely visit with my gramps. He'll be 88 this year. This is his toy poodle, Daisy. He asked if I would take a portrait of him with a shirt and tie, so we did! : ) Too cute. Love you, Grandpa! Always a joy to spend time with you.

Christine & Vincenzo

2010-06-08T08:39:00.000-07:00

Christine & Vincenzo celebrating their 1st anniversary at the Silverado Resort in Napa Valley. Congratulations!

Sandra, Doug + Lya

2010-05-26T15:16:00.000-07:00

I don't know a more beautiful family... the Jones are salt of the earth. It's been almost 2 years since their first family portrait session. It's a compliment to walk into their home and see those photos decorating their walls and the baby's room. Lya is growing so fast!! Thank goodness photos have the power to make time stand still....

Marita

2010-05-16T10:12:00.000-07:00

What a beauty! Gotta love that light!! Marita is also a photographer. To see her work, click on her name.