Loretta Meyer Portraits

05/05/2026

A dress.
No body.

That’s the point.

Don’t look away.
This is still happening.
MMIWG2S+

06/01/2025

😞

When we gather like this and speak of the residential schools, we are not speaking only of sorrow — we are speaking of strength.

Yes, many of our people were taken. The children were pulled from their homes, their languages stripped away, their braids cut, their ceremonies forbidden. Some of them never came back. Some returned, but carried a heavy burden. And yet — they endured. They held on, even when the world tried to make them forget who they were.

And look around now. The fact that we sit here, in our languages, with our songs, with our teachings rising again — that is the proof of their strength. We are the living prayers of those children. We are the ones they dreamed of when they held on through the long nights.

You see, they tried to break us — but they could not. They tried to bury our ways — but they forgot that we are like the seeds beneath the snow. When the sun returns, we rise again.

The last of those schools closed in 1996 — not so long ago. But since then, the healing has begun. Our languages are returning. Our ceremonies are alive again. Our young ones are learning the songs that once were whispered in secret. Our elders are speaking truth, and the world is listening now.

We carry their stories not to be trapped in sadness, but to honor the love that never gave up. We carry their songs forward — so that our children’s children will never again be taken from who they are.

This is not only a story of suffering. This is a story of survival. Of healing. Of rising.

And so we say to those little ones who went through those doors:
We hear you.
We carry you.
We honor you.
And we will never forget.
Because your spirit is alive — in us.

—Kanipawit Maskwa
John Gonzalez
Standing Bear Network

05/06/2025

I did a thing. I was gonna wait till the end of the year, but who knows what kind of twisted games the Creamsicle Caligula may play with tariffs so I shot the shot.

Her name is Sassy.

we have fraternal twin babies now but you knew it was coming lol 😂

04/10/2025

𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗮 𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗹 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝗺𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗹 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗯𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗮𝗰𝗸, 𝘀𝗹𝗮𝗽 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗯𝘁 𝗼𝘂𝘁𝘁𝗮 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹,𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗰𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺 "𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗩𝗘!" 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗲 𝗽𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗼𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲???

Good news, sugarplum—I’m real, I’m unboxed, and I brought raccoons with flower crowns and professional lighting. well actually, the raccoons had to stay home because they kept getting into the snacks and causing all kinds of chaos.

And while you’re sitting around waiting to feel “ready,” the version of you that’s already a walking thirst trap is gathering dust.

𝗡𝗲𝘄𝘀𝗳𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵: 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝘂𝗽, 𝘀𝗹𝗶𝗺 𝗱𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗶𝘅 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲, 𝗺𝘆 𝗡𝗶𝗸𝗼𝗻, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘀!!!

I don’t just take pictures. I conjure the spicy, divine, too-hot-for-this-plane-of-existence version of you that’s been whispering “I’m a bad bitch” in the mirror for years.

𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗼𝘂𝘁, 𝗴𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝘂𝗽, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘇𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺 𝗶𝗻 𝗔𝗟𝗟 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗼𝗹𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆.

So quit waiting. The perfect time is a lie. Confidence isn’t something you earn—it’s something I extract like a feral raccoon extracting half eaten hot dogs from a trash can.

𝗤𝘂𝗶𝘁 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝗼𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁. 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗺𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗰𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘁!

04/03/2025

Wet hair don’t care. lol

BIGGEST shout out to .brownlee for letting me shower in her beautiful spa-like bathroom. I feel like a new woman haha Thank you thank you thank you 🙏

Day 6 of these shenanigans. Hopefully the power comes back on soon. 💯👏🏻💪🏻🔌

04/01/2025

Currently without power, I forgot what day it was, but didn’t wanna let the day end without acknowledging this. Trans folks, I see you. I love you. I will absolutely throw hands, hex a bigot, and then bake you snacks.

This Trans Day of Visibility, I’m not here for “palatable” love or quiet support. I’m here to celebrate the glorious, hilarious, brilliant, divine disruptions that are trans people.

You are not a debate.
You are not a burden.
You are cosmic, powerful, and so f*cking valid.

And if the world won’t make space for your joy?
We’ll build our own—with glitter bats, drippy stars, and enough rage to burn down bigotry.

With love, chaos, and middle fingers high—
Your Feral Godmother™️

03/22/2025

Calling this one “The Awkward School Photo” 🙃🤓

We just love her hahah

Location: .studios
Tog:

03/21/2025

When I photograph other creatives, we always need to get a little arty farty for a branding. They appreciate it, I love doing it. It’s a win win.

Meet Ally. She’s a hair artist who works in Fenelon Falls who also cuts and colours my hair. I’ve never left her chair disappointed.

She walked me through a whole process of highlights and blonding yesterday while we captured it on cam with one of her sweet clients. Honestly, watching the young lady almost cry happy tears because her end result was so appreciated was everything.

Now that her littles are getting bigger, she’s opening up her schedule with more availability.

The care she gives her clients and the way she treats them, honestly is the sweetest. She is the biggest hype girl and knows that what she does and creates for other humans is also part of her clients self care and she takes that so seriously. She’s definitely all about empowering her clients.

Because of these beautiful qualities about her, Ally is also part of my HMUA team. She’s kind, friendly and inclusive and I love her for that.

Go book some time in her chair!

Client:
Tog:

03/20/2025

She’s literally an icon hahah. She’s my sidekick, my office assistant and passenger princess when we go for a drive…..

I don’t know how much longer we will have her, but we shall save her every moment together. I’m just so relieved that she still has a little bit of pep in her step yet.

Model: Mrs Kravitz
Tog:
Studio: Notion