I first photographed Janet years ago when I was just a little baby photographer. I didn’t know her that well, and was surprised by the sexy energy she had in front of the camera- this glimpse into a side of her that I’d never seen, though we’d known each other in bits and pieces for years. So when she contacted me to photograph her again after I got the new studio I was incredibly excited- first, because she was so much fun to photograph the first time and second, because it is always such a relief to be able to photograph people¬†I took pictures of during that period. Like, “If you thought that was good, you are going to LOVE this!”

What I didn’t expect, though, was how totally great it was having her wife at the photo reveal. Spouses are pretty much always huge fans of sexy photos of the person they love, but I don’t think I have ever had someone be so enthusiastically in awe of their partner’s beauty as she was. It was a window into their relationship that I will always treasure. Anne was an enthusiastic and authentic cheerleader who was so in love with Janet and the art and the vulnerability of the photos and… I could have listened to her rave all day.

Janet is both tough and strong, with a deep, tested-by-fire resilience. She is a smart woman with a sometimes dark sense of humour and she speaks her mind like someone who knows it. But she still fails to believe in her own beauty. So if you like these photos, don’t forget to comment and tell her what’s what. She can take it. ūüėČ


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  • Star,

    Thanks again for revealing Janet as the sensual goddess she is. She can be retiring and quiet in company, preferring to listen and absorb, so it takes an artist like yourself–with respect and insight and talent–to draw her out.

    I still take this book down and look at it, and we always receive comments from visitors on the photo we have up in the living/dining room.

    You have a rare gift and it shines through in your work.

    Thanks again.ReplyCancel

  • Cori May

    Janet is now, and always has been, my ideal of feminine beauty and grace.ReplyCancel

  • Vicki Bryanton

    Love the photographer’s eye and love the subject’s beauty. The combination really is wonderful!ReplyCancel

  • Janet

    This was an amazing experience.ReplyCancel

Sexy photoshoots in a historical mansion with a colourful past- and also outdoors with the beauty of the mountains all around us. New friends, great food, and just the right amount of adventure. What more could you ask from your summer vacation?

Inspiration strikes at midnight

Last summer I hosted the first ever Canadian Fearless Retreat in Revelstoke, BC. I’d stayed the night there¬†on a trip to Vancouver earlier in the year and fallen in love with this little mountain town; old houses and a beautiful river, endless green trees and towering peaks, and some really, really excellent pizza. While I was lying in bed listening to the wind in the trees, it occurred to me that this could be the answer for all the women who say, every year, that they’d love to go on one of my retreats if it weren’t for life getting in the way; not enough vacation time, money is tight, finding a babysitter… you know how it goes. There are a dozen reasons why flying away to exotic places isn’t always an option. So instead of sleeping I took out my phone and started searching.

Destination: Fabulous

I knew as soon as I saw it that I’d found¬†the right place. The colourful outside made it look like a gingerbread house out of a fairy story, and inside, the mansion was full of fragile light and rich wood, lace and intricately detailed wallpapers and quirky, wonderful, richly appointed rooms. Exactly the sort of place that I love to photograph in, and just right¬†for setting the tone of the retreat.

And when the time came…

It was perfect. We laughed and explored and took endless, amazing photographs and bonded and learned about Tinder (!) and accidentally flashed a stranger (whoops) and laughed some more. Some people went for quiet morning walks and others went whitewater rafting, we sampled some truly incredible restaurants together, we found the world’s best coffee¬†and picked fresh raspberries for our breakfast.

Here, long overdue, are just a very few of the many wonderful photos¬†from Revelstoke 2016. I’d love it if you’d comment and let us know what you think. <3

Join us!

Registration for Fearless: Revelstoke 2017 is now open! Want to be a part of the fun? Contact me at star@actsofbeauty.ca or use the form below!


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So I met this girl.

I fell in love with her, and it was the easiest thing I’d ever done. Falling wasn’t even the right word; it was more like the gentle fitting into place of perfectly matched pieces, or falling into step with someone whose stride is exactly the same length as yours. Not the g-force drama I’ve had with men, none of the dizzying uncertainty and gale-force emotions. Instead there was something sweet¬†and inevitable, a warmth and rightness that I felt the first time I met her and haven’t stopped feeling since whenever we’re together.

Except, life is complicated and full and we’re not together that much. And it’s easy, yes, except for the one little detail that I’ve never been in love with a girl before. I’ve wanted to be, and there have been sparks and moments, but deep down I thought I was straight. I’m around naked women ALL THE TIME and the only thing I notice is the way the right light brings out a beauty they didn’t know they had. Heady stuff, but no romance to it.

So this was easy, except that anytime I wasn’t with her I would trip over my doubts and demons- I’m not “gay enough.” A woman couldn’t really want me like that (thanks, society). I’m just playing, pretending, the straight girl who is going to break her heart. It’s all TOO easy- new love is supposed to be sharp and loud and fiery and uncomfortable. It’s not supposed to just gently slide its hand into yours and keep walking.

So the past few months I have been struggling.¬†It’s been a hard few months in a lot of ways; my complicated adopted daughter has been in crisis and has taken most of my time, energy and emotional resources. My demons have been out in full force. And so I haven’t told you about this girl who is one of the bright spots in my life, because I guess I just didn’t believe it was real. Or that I deserved her. Or that I wasn’t just faking it, somehow.

Yesterday she and I almost ended things. To be honest, I’m still not sure what shape they will take. It turns out both of us were trying so hard to be what we thought we should be that we’d lost sight of the fact that we were both strong enough to hold each others’ flaws and uncertainties. I think we know that now, but I don’t know what she will want this to be, moving forward.

So ironically, this “coming out” happens not when I have a pretty romance between two pretty girls to show you but instead when I’m not really sure where this is going at all. What I do know, though, is that yesterday I was finally able to let the clouds clear.

I’m gay enough. I’m in love with a woman. I want to kiss her when she cries and hold hands with her when we walk and I’m not “just playing,” except inasmuch as a playful attitude towards life and love is one of the beautiful things we share. It’s okay for this thing I’ve never done before to feel different from the things I have done, and when I let go of worrying about how I should be, act, and feel, I can see that it feels… right.

She’s amazing. She’s strong, but willow-strong, bending almost to the ground sometimes under a storm and then coming back up to her full graceful height. She’s sweet, and kind, and giving, and sees the world with the fresh eyes of a child or a traveller from another place,¬†but she’s not naive and not perfect. I like her that way.She dances like it’s her soul dancing instead of her body and she is teaching me by example that it’s okay to find your own spiritual path and to believe in a way that brings you both comfort and joy. She is graceful, and powerful, and sometimes crass and rough and ridiculous. <3 ¬† She has a warmth and openness that draws people to her like moths. And I love the person I am around her- warmer, softer, more open. Wherever this relationship of ours goes, I’m grateful for the parts of myself she’s helped me to find.

Happy Pride month, everyone.

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The Fine Print

1- I’m still with Ben. He and I don’t choose to feel romantic love only for each other. It’s a complicated life, but we like it. Feel free to ask us about it sometime if you’re curious.

2- Obviously coming out on my business page may have some ramifications, so let me be clear: whether you’re a man or a woman, I’m not going to be turned on by photographing you. I don’t know if this is a function of professionalism or if it’s a handy side effect of being demisexual (short version: on the asexual spectrum, I can’t feel attraction to someone I’m not already in love with) but either way,¬†I just don’t like you that way. Sorry. ūüėČ



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  • Stephanie

    I’m so glad you have found this love. Whether it’s forever or for now, it makes you happy and that makes me happy. You’re still one of my heros.

    I’ve absolutely zero fear that you’ll look at your clients any differently due to this. You are, and always have been, a consummate professional. Your eye for beauty, your desire to make women see their own beauty, none of that has changed.

    Love you!ReplyCancel

  • Jessica

    Congratulations on finding someone who makes you feel so happy. ūüôā These things always seem so difficult, but once you are able to fully look at every part of everything, you realize that what you didn’t know or understand, has been happily sitting there in front of you all along.
    I am so happy for both of you, and I hope that you are able to bring the smiles and love to each other for a long time.

    Happy Pride to a wonderful lady and her partner!!
    I hope to see you both on the parade grounds new weekend. ūüėČReplyCancel

    • Star

      Thanks Jessica! It’s very true- things seem so hard when you’re caught up in them, but when you can take a step back and breathe, sometimes the clouds just clear.ReplyCancel

  • Brandi

    You are an amazing individual.
    I’m speechless and in awe.
    You deserve happiness in any form you accept it.
    Lots of love to you, my friend (and photographer).ReplyCancel

    • Star

      <3 Thank you, Brandi. I miss your light and your smile, drop me a line next time you're in town!ReplyCancel

  • Julie

    This makes my heart sing!! Finding a love like that is an amazing blessing and I personally can’t wait to see you continue to blossom and grow as an individual AND a professional. As someone who’s taken clothes off for pictures by both men and women, I believe your sexual preferences have NOTHING to do with your artistic capability and the only thing this love will do is enhance your own beauty and those of us lucky enough to be your clients will benefit from that love radiating during our sessions. See you in Bali!ReplyCancel

    • Star

      Thanks Julie! It makes my heart sing too. <3ReplyCancel

  • Jodi

    Thank you so much for sharing, Star. I’m so very happy for you. I hope I get to meet your lucky girl sometime (assuming I don’t already know her). You have always been a kind, beautiful soul, and if she matches you that well, I love her already. I’m also completely unconcerned that this will affect your professionalism in any way. Work is work. I know you are always focused on (consumed by? ) the art form, and that is one of the reasons you are just sooooo dang good at it.
    Thanks for filing my heart with all the feels this morning….

    • Star

      Whatever comes, she’ll be a loved part of my life- want to go dancing next time you’re in town? <3ReplyCancel

  • Lauren

    Hi Star,
    This is lovely and touching and, ultimately, reassuring. Love and take care,

  • Lilliana

    Love comes in many forms.
    Takes guts and bravey to share this and i admire you for this!
    It is what it is and acknowledging this is an act of love in it self.
    Happy for you my friend!
    You are who you are and that what makes you so good at what you do as well. Your clients love you and sharing this may even inspire them to just be themselves and be more brave and bold!
    Love ya!ReplyCancel

  • Fuck society.

    You do you.ReplyCancel

To all of the strong, inspiring women in my life- thank you. You inspire me every day with your tenacity, your beauty, your creativity and generosity. I really do believe I have the best job in the world, and it’s because of you.

I started out writing today¬†intending to write you cheery well-wishes for a happy International Women’s Day. But let’s be real. This day is not a celebration, with what’s going on in the world. It’s a battle cry, and I could not ask for a more powerful group of warriors.

We Will Not Go Gently

This year we have seen women’s rights take some terrible blows. What that means is that more than ever, we need to stand with our sisters; especially those who are further marginalised by ethnicity, sexual orientation, disability or gender identity. We can’t afford to be complacent.

As a young woman I didn’t call myself a feminist. I thought it sounded “combative,” and I had never experienced gender-based discrimination (that I noticed), so surely the fight had mostly been fought? Now I know how incredibly privileged that opinion was, and how wrong. The pay gap is real. Sexual violence is a risk all women must protect against. Many of my female friends have received horrific online threats; it’s expected in their line of work, and they compare war stories and online block lists. Our culture has normalised uncountable unhealthy attitudes towards women.

It has to stop.

The definition of feminism is “the theory of the political, economic, and social equality of the sexes.” (Merriam-Webster) More than ever, in this time where we all feel deep in our bones that this fight must surely already be won, that it is absurd to still be having this conversation, we must all be feminists. Because this backwards slide of women’s rights is not just a tragedy; it is an opportunity. A chance to show the world that this battle hasn’t been won. Proof positive that we need to act. An opportunity to expose the ugly underbelly of inequality to the world and take a stand, united by our horror and disgust, against it.

We can still win this thing.


Ways to take action:

Stand up for your rights. Don’t accept poor treatment. Demand equal pay. If you need help with any of those things, ask for it.

Wear red to support the women’s strikes happening across the world.

Use the power of social media, today and every day, to advance women’s rights and spread important messages, and to share stories of strong, successful girls and women.

Defend each other. It’s a crazy world out there, but together we can make it safer. Watch out for¬†each other and stand together against harassment.


Places to donate:

Women’s Legal Education and Action Fund – A Canadian organisation championing women’s equality in the legal system in Canada

The Global Fund for Women– Fighting for women’s right internationally to the human rights enshrined by the United Nations

Plan Canada- Because I’m a Girl¬†–¬†A global initiative working to end gender inequality and promote girls’ rights

We are stronger together. Never forget it.

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7 years ago, I went to the cabin for the summer. I took the kids (4 of them at the time, my Keeper Three plus a foster daughter). My children were complicated and difficult, their special needs and behaviours draining, but I had started to think that maybe I could do the single parent thing after all. Maybe I was getting the hang of this. It was hard, almost too hard, but I tried to make myself believe.

On Canada Day, when I was sitting on the back porch after the kids were all in bed, the most incredible fireworks display started up over the lake. I stood up, wanting to share it with my kids, wanting to see their faces light up with wonder… and then I sat back down. I had two arms and four kids. My littlest one needed to be carried but the next oldest would wake up wild, the medication that held her to sanity¬†gone out of her system for the night. One of the older girls had trouble getting to sleep because of the abuse she’d suffered and the other was so hard to wake you could drop a bomb and still not be sure of getting her up. I just didn’t have enough of me to go around.

In tears, I called the guy I was dating. I told him about the night and I told him I didn’t know what to do- that I liked him, even loved him, but the “casual” thing we were doing wasn’t going to work for me long term. That no matter how much I hated it, no matter how much I wanted to be independent and strong, I needed a partner- I couldn’t do this on my own. I needed someone who was all in.

He said, “Okay. Then I’m in.”

And he was.


Today, New Year’s Eve, I was working on a blog post. It was pretty deep, no lie, about about how life is really just a collection of stories and you have to make sure you pay attention and don’t miss out on them. I was about halfway through¬†when I heard That Boy¬†call the kids (already in bed) and say “The neighbours are having fireworks, come see!” I went upstairs and we draped a leather jacket over our small son, naked but for¬†his Spiderman undies¬†and now big enough not to need carrying (but little enough to still let you),¬†and we stood in the doorway together, watching fireworks burst over the crisp white snow. His feet were bare and his eyes were full of wonder.

I think this is what happily ever after looks like.

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  • Denise

    that does indeed sound like happily ever after. And the unexpected blessings keep rolling in. Thanks for sharingReplyCancel