Katie Martin, entrepreneur, team leader, sales professional, and portrait and commercial photographer of ten years, is the brains and muscle behind this thing. She's 1 part badass, 1 part hippie, 1 part globetrotter and a million parts empathetic mamma bear. She's a 4 on the Enneagram for inquiring minds and couldn't imagine a world where expressing individuality and creativity isn't part of her everyday.
She is a single mom of three, a Top Artist Ambassador with Maskcara Beauty, yoga teacher, paddleboard enthusiast, music lover and personal development junkie. Helping women rediscover their inner beauty through a makeover or a killer photoshoot is Katie's ultimate rush. She lives for creating Vanity Fair style portraits of everyday women combining amazing natural makeup and wardrobe to deliver the best portrait her clients have ever had. She also leads a team of over 650 hungry entrepreneurial makeup artists who are chasing their dreams down just as tenacious as she is. Her team is called the Bond Girls and exudes the kind of kick ass and take names power that you would expect out of any leading lady in a Bond film.
Mom guilt isn't worth the mental bandwidth we give it. I'm not saying it's not real. I'm saying its something we have to recognize we have total control of. We have the power to just tell it to shut the hell up at any point. I love working. I love doing something I'm passionate about. I'm lucky enough to earn a living doing it. Trying to separate my work life from my home life - why on earth would i want to do that? It's good for my kids to see me working!
I'm a role model for them I hope. To chase your dreams- hustle and help people whenever and however possible. Teaching them a healthy work ethic. Helping them be PART of what I do allows them to also feel involved in what makes vacations and extras a possibility for us. It teaches them independence - confidence and self-reliance. And even when to turn the screens off and focus on quality time too. Why would I let something as totally paralyzing and debilitating as mom guilt ever get inside my brain and affect my actions?
Sipping chartreuse and green tea while looking at the most perfect white subway tile and hand painted signs. Driving through the mountains to Portland reminiscing about the best memories back home. Cozy sweaters, vintage demin, and Pabst while telling one of a kind love stories. The trials and tribulations of love, joy, and happiness. Lastly, champagne brunch and avocado toast while surrounded by the finest exposed brick, dreamcatchers, and maps to our souls. Dreamcatchers, macrame and 100 Days of Summer. Anthropologie trips and walks on the beach, love letters and secret admirers. Fall breeze, flannels, and hot cocoa. Whales and dinosaurs and handmade crafts. Salvage denim, antique leather bags, and the first time we watched Moonrise Kingdom.