06/11/2026
Real talk for a second.
You have been carrying the baby, the mental load, the birth plan, the registry, the feeding schedule research, the “what if I’m doing this wrong” anxiety at 3am, and the emotional weight of becoming a completely different version of yourself — all at the same time.
You are literally growing a human and also managing everything else in your entire life. And you are doing it while your body is doing the most extreme thing it has ever done and people keep asking if you’ve picked a name yet like that’s the pressing issue right now.
So here’s what I want for you. Just one thing, one afternoon, where absolutely none of that is your problem.
I handle the wardrobe. I handle the hair and makeup. I handle where to stand, what to do with your hands, when to look at the camera and when to look away. I handle the light and the timing and the direction and the whole entire thing.
You handle showing up.
That’s it. That is your one job. Walk through the door. The rest is mine.
And what comes out the other side of that one afternoon in Chicago — a woman who was finally, completely, unapologetically taken care of for a few hours — those photos look different. They feel different. Because she’s in them differently.
Not performing. Not managing. Just being.
That’s the most beautiful version of any photo I’ve ever taken.
Strong is carrying the baby. Stronger is knowing when to let someone else carry the rest — even if just for one afternoon.
I’d be honored to be your one afternoon.