Holiday Pet Pop-Up Photo Booth

Join us for a fun and festive holiday photo booth for you and your beloved fur family! I’ll be making portraits in classic black and white that will become your treasured mementos for years to come.
WHEN: Dec 16th
HOURS: 11-am-2pm
WHERE: 1839 S Halsted St
These fun mini sittings will give you plenty of options to choose from. You’ll receive a hand-made print on fine art paper of the very best one sent to your address after the shoot.
We give back in two ways!
1. For every photo we make, we donate the same service to One Tail at a Time dog rescue in Chicago!
2. Helping local homeless people with some winter essentials. Bring one pair of clean winter socks (either men’s or women’s size) brand new and still with the tags on for our holiday sock drive for local homeless people. The socks will be distributed during Christmas week.
Free street parking.

Some Dogs of Chicago

I’ve been around dogs my whole life. Growing up I was raised and bottle fed with an Old English Sheepdog, named Duffy. Somewhere supposedly there’s a picture of us, plopped down one on each of my mother’s knees, her arms around us; child and puppy sucking down bottles of formula. I have this vague sense that I may have seen this photo sometime, I can’t tell if’s just the memory I’ve been told about so many times, that it feels real. I want it to be true with it’s tinge of happiness and domestic serenity.

Duffy was born practically the same day as me. He became my guardian, playmate, best friend, confidante in a house of adults: complex, occasionally violent, always enmeshed, fits of rage and love, passed like squall fronts.

And the hours of silence. Gleaming silent floors, tables. Whispers behind doors. So despite all that, I knew, loved and deeply understood that dog. And he me.


Every dog has its own personality. Some way that they inhabit the world. The soul that shines through their eyes. The many years and past lives of their experiences, how they have been treated. Lessons learned.


Some of the dogs in these photos are rescues. Some not. I try to allow the spirit of the dog to shine through. Gently these beasts allow themselves to be revealed much as a person might allow. It seems to me though, these four legged friends open their hearts more easily. All they want is that most basic of things, as E.M. Forster had it, “Only connect.” Don’t we all?

Perhaps that’s it. The dogs are a mirror. A gift with their open hearted natures, which hold nothing back.