Old School Studio Style Kids Portraits

So a couple of weeks ago I was at home playing with my kids and decided to shoot a few quick portraits of them with a small light setup in our living room. I was playing around with using a stripbox as the key light and I really liked the results. The stripbox (with grid) plus the wrinkled grey backdrop gave the portraits an interesting old-school style studio quality. 

I posted a couple of the photos to instagram and offered to book a few kids shoots in the same style for anyone that was interested in kids portraits that weren't the standard issue kid-in-a-field thing. The whole idea was to simply create the space and encourage kids to be their normal, natural, goofy selves. Within a couple of hours of posting the first few images online, I had already booked several shoots for the following week. Here's some of my favorites (including a few more of my own kids).

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I really like the way these shots turned out, and just as I thought, when you give kids permission to be goofy, they will generally run with it and do some pretty awesome things. I've got another week of shooting these kids pictures before we head out to vacation, and I may or may not start it back up after we get home - so if you want to book a shoot, now is the time! Right now I'm only booking these shoots for the week of August 4-8. Write me an email at jacob@jacobslaton.com for more details or just send me a message through my contact page at the top of this website. 

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An Open Letter To My Wife

Babe,You are an amazing mommy. The way you take care of our little munchkin is a thing of pure glory. The love and patience that flows out of you and into her is something I constantly admire and revere everyday. Her spirit is your spirit. Her sweetness is your sweetness. She didn't learn that stuff from me. You've taught her and encouraged her in ways that teach and encourage me not just everyday, but every minute.

Your love for life has been thrilling to me. Deep down, where I need to know it's true. Where I want to be convinced. Your heart opens up in me and gives me a secondary vault of strength and energy. I know I act like you're always bummed out like Eeyore, always sighing and harumphing around, but I want you to know -

it's not true.

You wake up in the morning with a happy heart and you (usually) go to sleep with a happy heart, if not a tired one. The more and more I meet and talk to other married guys, I truly realize how good I really have it. You take care of our family in such amazing ways every single day that I get bogged down with all the things I am thankful for in you, and regrettably voice them too seldom.

The term "homemaker" has become somehow derogatory in our current culture where the strong women's movement seems to demand CEO positions at major corporations and settle for nothing less. I reject that. Sure, any woman can be a CEO if that is what she wants. Women are certainly just as capable as men to run companies, but it takes a woman of infinitely more fortitude, patience, kindness, and sacrificial spirit to be a true Homemaker. I respect you and admire you far beyond any woman who can make it to the top of a company, because to make it as a Homemaker, you put the family before yourself.

And babe, you do it with utmost grace and poise.

You cook, clean, fold, swiff, scrub, vacuum, Kroger (that's a verb), entertain, and very rarely rest. You serve me and Emmy first, you constantly try to think of new things to cook, new ways to play with EKS, and new parks to play at. Not to mention carrying our second child in the most healthy, pure, and natural ways possible. You stay up all night with pregnancy-caused heartburn, discomfort, and frustration - all while making sure not to stir me.

I could go on and on, but let's just suffice it to say: I'm amazed by you.

You deserve more for yourself, and we deserve less. Your few minor imperfections are all but forgotten in light of your glory as a woman, a mother, and a wife.

These words don't seem like much, but all of what I've said above is contained herein:

I love you.

Be loved,

Your Husband

P.S. - You rock my world.

My favorite Emmy moment thus far

A few nights ago, when I was getting EKS ready for bedtime, I had her on the changing table and I was tickling her and just messing with her a little. I would tickle her armpits and she would squirm and laugh go totally crazy, and then she kept saying "More. Armpit." She would hold her arm up high and wait for it. Then I'd build up the suspense by coming in real slow and she would completely freak out in anticipation and I'd tickle her like crazy and she would tuck her arms back down real fast to stop me.Anyway, this goes on a for a little bit and she keeps wanting more, but it's really time to get ready for bed and settle down, so I figure I'll give her one more good tickle and then we're done. So she says "More. Armpit."

She lifts one arm, which is the scariest thing you can do when someone is trying to tickle you, and then she lifts up her other arm. Both arms straight up by her head, laying on her back, hands in fists.

"More. Armpit."

So I move in real slow and she doesn't budge. She starts to squeal a bit in anticipation but her armpits stay wide open.

I dive in and tickle her like crazy, and she totally goes nuts, arms straight up. She's laughing and screaming and squirming and freaking out but she's holding those skinny little arms straight up in the air and loving every second of it.

And that's my kid.

The only person I've ever met that will just let you tickle them like crazy, with no defense and not a care in the world.

I love that kid.