Ariel Chana Pellman

Pink hair. White azaleas. And knowing that the way those branches arched over that bench was too good not to use. Ariel and Christopher's engagement session at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden. 🌸 #StevenRosenPhotography #BrooklynBotanicGarden #NYCEngagement

Bluebells at the Brooklyn Botanic Garden only last about a week. Ariel @arielpellman and Christopher's @mryustin engagement session happened to fall right in the middle of that window — and between her pink hair, his blue shirt, and that sea of purple-blue stretching in every direction, the photos practically composed themselves. Almost. Those Bluebells are around for another week or so if you want to book your own session. 😊 #StevenRosenPhotography #EngagementPhotography #BrooklynBotanicGarden #NYCEngagement #Bluebells #NYCWeddingPhotographer

Is it legal to be this fuckin adorable? 📸by the one and only @stevenrosenphoto

Everyone knows I’m a @betseyjohnson babe. She’s been inspiring me as an artist and designer since my friend introduced me to her work at age 12. Betsey has loomed large in my life and in my understanding of myself. I’d go to the boutiques and dream of having Big Girl Money for beautiful clothes and glittering bags and shoes. When I discovered the outlet stores, they became a pilgrimage site (what trip to Disney world was complete without a stop at the Tanger Outlet in Orlando?) I could have my very own Betsey! I began collecting about 20 years ago. Then the worst thing in the world happened. Betsey’s investors betrayed her and it was the end of an era. I remember going to the boutiques in the end-days, feeling both euphoric at the sales and devastated at the realization I might have to find something else to wear for the rest of my life! Feeling angry for this artist, whose collaborators wanted to dilute her brilliance in pursuit of a buck. Betsey knew what she was about, and she wasn’t going to compromise and I had such respect for it. But I went to every store, talking with the sales associates who had become friends, all of them going through this impending loss. We were grieving and shopping! It was bizarre and frantic. For a year and a half I watched sample sales pop up all over the city and I’d go, collecting whatever I could. 15 years later they are still the staples of my wardrobe. I really did shop for the clothes I’d wear for the rest of my life. So going to the pop up store today was a real treat. To be back in soho with Betsey Johnson. My absolute favorite thing was to see this gallery of her work in a way I’ve never seen. Not the polished illustrations that were always on display in her boutiques, but the paintings themselves- wild brushstrokes of neon tempera on foam core with the price tags still on and torn sketchbook pages with perforated edges. Betsey has an eye for composition to rival Cezanne and a skill for color to rival Kandinsky. It was such a pleasure to see originals up close and in person. I even found a treasure to complement my wedding dress; a little Betsey magic for the big day. It’s like it was waiting just for me.

Lora got an action shot of the mad costumes scientist casting a giant head in silicone. Another day at the office.

@brayet and I clicking our heels to Oz for Wicked pt 2!!! Thus ends the longest intermission in musical history.

A recent build for The New School CoPA production of As You Like It designed by @jasminelewisdesign draped and built by me! Photography by Nathaniel Johnston | As You Like It - 2025, School of Drama at The New School College of Performing Arts: Glynis Rigsby* (Adaptor / Director / Intimacy Coordinator), Eva De Luca (Assistant Director), Julia Gangemi (Production Stage Manager), Austen Parent (Assistant Stage Manager), Cat Raynor (Scenic Designer), Jasmine Lewis (Costume Designer), Colleen Doherty^ (Lighting Designer), Bryn Scharenberg (Sound Designer), Mark Alberto McKnight (Projection Designer), Jordan Laroya (Fight Choreographer)

NBD just showing off my new bathtub that reaches over my chin! Never taking a sad bath in a shallow Brooklyn rental tub again.

I don’t know what’s more exciting; moving into the new house or LEAVING OUR SHITHOLE APARTMENT!!! Goodbye Flatbush. I will not miss you.

It’s the end of April, 2009. I’m in my last semester at SCAD. Stephen and I are living in what is my very first apartment. I see a Boston terrier puppy on the street and chase the man down for a block and a half to ask where he got the pup. I convince Stephen to take me “just to look” at the puppies, but I’ve been having puppy fever for a while at this point. Being without a dog is becoming more and more difficult and I am longing for a companion. I picked this little 8 week old thing up out of a pen she was playing in with her littermate, and instantly I know there’s no way I’m leaving without her. These were the first photos.

Last night we made the difficult decision to put Patti to sleep. She died around midnight cradled in our arms, she was never alone and was loved until her last moment. These are some photos I took of us a couple of weeks ago, when she was having a good day and came to sit by my side on the couch for a little while. I can’t bear to go through and pull together a collection of photos right now, but I will. I picked her up when she was 8 weeks old and never put her down for 16 and a half years. Our hearts are broken. I can’t stand being at home without her. Patti 2/24/2009 - 9/30/2025