Halloween 2018 – Evie as Hermione Granger

“I mean, you could claim that anything’s real if the only basis for believing in it is that nobody’s proved it doesn’t exist!” – Hermione Granger

My favorite thing in the world is planning styled sessions with my kiddo. She really does put so much thought into her character and there is no better character to represent who Evie is right now than Hermione Granger from Harry Potter. She is calculated and studious, a rule follower for sure, but also kind, caring and oh so brave when she needs to be. Some days I think she is seven going on thirty-seven. A huge thanks for our friend over at Hive and Forge in Salem, MA for letting us use your amazing new space. We are so excited to see where this journey will take you. We are also grateful for Wynotts Wands and Searles Castle for letting us pop in on a whim and make some quick images for this fun project. 

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Thank you Masao Okano of Amara Photo for these behind-the-scene images from our Let Them Eat Cake concept shoot.


Emily and Mike’s BTS Video coming soon! 



Let Them Eat Cake!!


On a warm summer day, a project that had been in the making for over year was unfolding before our eyes. Evelyn our almost five year old was in the limelight of pageantry as we dressed her up as the queen of France – Marie Antoinette.

The idea started with a tearful hair brushing episode and a box of fabric I’ve stashed away from the age of 12. Coincidentally, the fabric was given to me by my great grandmother Naoma, Evie’s middle namesake. We all loved the waist length ringlets that bounced behind here, but that was a lot of managing for it to not completely dreadlock through the course of the day.  She was asking to cut it off. My mothering + memory hoarder were kicked into overdrive. She would be turning 5 in a few months and knew I needed to do an epic shoot that visually  illustrated the mental expression of a preschooler, all while playing tribute to her baby curls. After tossing some ideas back and forth with my husband, Rich – talking about the things she loves: playing princess and eating cake. The project became clear … “Let Them Eat Cake”.

So I presented the idea to Evie for her 5th birthday shoot. She had one condition, that we design and sew her dress together. We started pulling out all my boxes of fabric and found the box that my great grandmother, (who taught me to sew), had given me along with some lace and buttons from Rich’s grandmother (also coincidentally, Evelyn’s first namesake). I’ve been saving them for something ‘special’ and I knew this was it. Evie got started on drawing things out and I started building her custom dress form. Trying on material and pinning fabric on a 5 year old for hours wasn’t going to go very far, so the extra step of a dressform was essential. It was actually really fun to make, especially duct taping her to create her body double.

After a couple of months of working on it with her after school, our masterpiece was complete. There was just enough fabric left over to create a matching hat.  With the dress done, it was time to plan the set for the shoot. Evie again helped with this part, drawing what she thought would be the scenery. We took inspiration from the 2006 Sofia Coppola movie. Thanks to youtube and being able to only watch  only kid appropriate scenes. We also only loosely told her what happens at the end. That will be a conversation for much later. 

In the meantime, I worked on borrowing props, making a dog sized powder wig and finding a bakery to help us with the treats. Luckily the awesome Auntie Ellen’s Creative Confections was more than generous with helping put together the parlor scene. I enlisted our good friend and insanely talented artist Emily Ashman over at The Illustrated Room to create the parlor backdrop.  I know many talented HMUA but there really isn’t anyone  better than Nathan Prescott of Styled by Nathan that could pull off  this insanity quite like him. He was perfect and I was thrilled when he agreed to help with the shoot. Our normally wiggly 4 year old sat through 3 hours of hair and makeup like a champ. She very much played her part as the star.



A special thanks to my wonderful husband who supports these crazy ideas as they come to life, my assistant Steve who went between keeping the talent happy and my ever changing lighting needs and last but not least, Sir Guinness of Lowell who is the most patient dog I’ve ever worked with. Guinness and his dad, Ken, run Serpentine books, our neighbors at Mill No. 5. 

The actual shoot feels like a blur and about a month after the studio shoot we knew Evie would be growing out of the dress quickly so we snagged a beautiful day and headed to The Crane Estate at Castle Hill in Ipswich, MA just to get more images. Why not! 


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Check out these awesome Behind-the-Scene Photos & Video by our good friends Masao, Emily and Mike. 




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– Four year old Chase runs for President –

It’s five days before the election, and Chase stands in front of an empty auditorium in Lowell, MA. He stuffs his hands in his dress pant pockets and exhales deeply. A reporter from the local paper is conducting a pre-debate interview. “If you’re elected, you’ll have some pretty big shoes to fill.” Chase pauses for a moment and glances down at his size 3 Buster Browns. “You know dynamite comes in small packages, right?”

Campaign trails can be long and arduous. Chase’s journey to the presidency started months ago in Sterling Heights, Michigan, where he kicked off his national journey to get in front of voters with his mom, his tutor, and an army of handlers.

In between shaking the hands of adoring supporters and kissing babies day in and day out, he’s rarely found a moment for pause.

“I relate to these babies because I was where they are now not too long ago,” Chase says. “I remember what it feels like to be tucked into a warm blanket. Safe. Protected. I want to swaddle our nation so everyone can feel that way.”

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In four hours, the auditorium seats will be filled with townspeople and news crews, eager to watch the two candidates battle head-to-head. For now, Chase has retired backstage to run final debate prep with his trusted campaign manager, Erica. She’s the brains of the operation: a savvy, seasoned political veteran who reads at a third-grade level. An intellectual force feared by her opponents (legend has it that an electric, three-minute speech she once gave on economics caused her political nemesis to experience a “trickle down” effect in his Dockers), she reminds Chase to focus on their platform talking points. Where do they fall on required recess? Absolutely. And extra homework? Yuck.Chase begins practicing a response, loses it mid-thought, and starts to throw a tantrum. Thankfully, Erica always has a juice box at the ready.“Motts and Chase: stronger together,” she says as Chase eagerly slurps his juice. “That might have to be our new campaign slogan.”

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The debate begins with both candidates being announced over the PA system of the auditorium. Photographers snap and the audience claps as Chase enters from behind the curtain, waving politely. He and David, his opponent, shake hands and walk behind their respective pulpits. Anderson, the moderator, lays out the ground rules: two-minute responses to each question, 8 p.m. curfew, and no name calling. The last rule is met with light laughter from the audience.

Chase turns to David, and they lock eyes in an epic staredown, silently daring the other to blink. Nostrils flare. Eyebrows raise. Thumbs are placed in ears and fingers are wiggled vigorously. Finally, David cannot contain himself and blinks.
And thus, the debate begins.

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For the next ninety minutes, Anderson asks the candidates a number of hard-hitting questions on topical issues facing America. On the role of the federal government: “Where do you both fall on mandated nap times? And is it a state or a federal issue?” David, practiced and confident, says, “I love building a wall around myself with blankets when I nap for maximum privacy. Plus, my mom pays for everything!”

The crowd cheers loudly.

On the importance of infrastructure: “We need to be strategic in our efforts to build, block by block, from within,” says Chase. “I’ve met with union leaders from Somerville to Springfield. We’ve got great people with great ideas, but we have to be patient with our implementation timelines.”

“As you well know, Lego Land wasn’t built in a day.” His calm, measured delivery brings the crowd to its feet, and they applaud Chase over the admonishments of Anderson and well past the 8:00 p.m. curfew.

It’s election day, and Chase is nervous. “The race is closer than two knees on a tricycle,” he tells the throng of reporters gathered outside of Central School, where Chase will go and cast his vote for the President of the United States. “It’s really anyone’s game.”

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He turns and stares directly into one of the cameras.“I wish my opponent well. And if he said the same thing about me, at the same time, then…jinx, David, buy me a Coke.”Chase walks into the building, passing his preschool classroom on his left, and down the hallway towards the gymnasium.

Seventy two weeks. Forty nine states (he didn’t make it to Alaska, but he did see the world’s largest potato in Idaho). One hundred and thirty six cities. Thousands of handshakes. Two cases of the sniffles, one during the first debate. (To his credit, he did not blame the microphone.)It’s been a long road leading up to this one day. This one hour. This one moment in time.Chase borrows a No. 2 pencil, steps into the voting booth, and fills in the bubble next to his name.

Dropping the ballot in the secure box, he turns to the people of Lowell and flashes an enthusiastic thumbs up, his boyish optimism fully on display.
“Now, there’s nothing to do but wait.”

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Photographed by Ashley Pizzuti
Written by Adam Tokarz