Oktober Hollow Photo

08/10/2026

Are you ready to join us for this haunting journey...

08/10/2026

Something is stirring in the Hollow.

For twenty-five years I have been keeping a story for you. This week, I finally get to turn the page.

Watch the moon. 🌙

08/09/2026

I have something I have wanted to say my whole life, and today I finally get to say it out loud.

𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫

My publisher is aiming to have finished copies on the shelves by November, hopefully before Christmas, and right now we are deep in final edits and choosing the cover and artwork.

What I wanted was never complicated.
I wanted to write something worth reading and have it traditionally picked up, not self published, and no matter what comes next, standing at this finish line feels every bit as good as I always believed it would. I have also signed a two book deal, and I still have the freedom to send my other manuscripts wherever I choose.

The people who get here rarely get here alone, and I certainly did not. To everyone who pushed me forward, who read every rough draft I ever handed them and looked me in the eye and said "Yes, Jen, go for it," thank you from the deepest part of me. I value you more than you will ever understand.

Now that I am a working writer (EK!), with the honor of writing a few days a week for Hollywood Life, and for two newspapers I find myself seeing the world a little differently.

We live in a culture that is often quicker to tear something down than to sit quietly with it, quicker to pick apart a person's art than to let it move them.

And yet here I am, building a life shaped by the things I love most. Writing, photography, the quiet magic of capturing a moment or a story and handing it to someone who feels it too.

To spend my days surrounded by the arts, alongside people who genuinely appreciate myself and my girls, is a gift I do not take lightly. Being seen for who I am and what I am capable of has touched me in ways I am still learning how to describe.

This is only the beginning, and I am so grateful you are here for it.

08/05/2026

A little Senior Portrait fun...

08/04/2026

Hello, beautiful people,

Once upon an autumn, on the edge of a Pennsylvania wood, five strange Sundays fell one after another like leaves. Something gathered in the fog those evenings. Something in lace, in feathers, in firelight. And this year, you are invited to be part of it.

𝐼 𝑎𝘮 𝘣𝑒𝘺𝑜𝘯𝑑 𝑒𝘹𝑐𝘪𝑡𝘦𝑑 𝑡𝘰 𝘢𝑛𝘯𝑜𝘶𝑛𝘤𝑒 𝐓h𝐞 𝐇a𝐮n𝐭i𝐧g o𝐟 𝐎k𝐭o𝐛e𝐫, 𝘮𝑦 𝐻𝘢𝑙𝘭𝑜𝘸𝑒𝘦𝑛 𝑝𝘰𝑟𝘵𝑟𝘢𝑖𝘵 𝘴𝑒𝘳𝑖𝘦𝑠 𝑡𝘰𝑙𝘥 𝘭𝑖𝘬𝑒 𝑎 𝑠𝘵𝑜𝘳𝑦𝘣𝑜𝘰𝑘, 𝘪𝑛 𝑓𝘪𝑣𝘦 𝘤ℎ𝘢𝑝𝘵𝑒𝘳𝑠 𝑎𝘤𝑟𝘰𝑠𝘴 𝘧𝑖𝘷𝑒 𝑆𝘶𝑛𝘥𝑎𝘺𝑠 𝑓𝘳𝑜𝘮 𝘭𝑎𝘵𝑒 𝐴𝘶𝑔𝘶𝑠𝘵 𝘪𝑛𝘵𝑜 𝑂𝘤𝑡𝘰𝑏𝘦𝑟. 𝘌𝑣𝘦𝑟𝘺 𝘤ℎ𝘢𝑝𝘵𝑒𝘳 𝘣𝑒𝘨𝑖𝘯𝑠 𝑎𝘵 5𝑝𝘮, 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝘯 𝘵ℎ𝘦 𝘭𝑖𝘨ℎ𝘵 𝘵𝑢𝘳𝑛𝘴 𝘨𝑜𝘭𝑑𝘦𝑛 𝑎𝘯𝑑 𝑡𝘩𝑒 𝑠𝘩𝑎𝘥𝑜𝘸𝑠 𝑔𝘳𝑜𝘸 𝘭𝑜𝘯𝑔. 𝘌𝑎𝘤ℎ 𝑜𝘯𝑒 𝑖𝘴 𝘪𝑡𝘴 𝘰𝑤𝘯 𝘸𝑜𝘳𝑙𝘥 𝘸𝑖𝘵ℎ 𝑖𝘵𝑠 𝑜𝘸𝑛 𝑠𝘵𝑦𝘭𝑖𝘯𝑔, 𝘪𝑡𝘴 𝘰𝑤𝘯 𝘮𝑜𝘰𝑑, 𝘢𝑛𝘥 𝘪𝑡𝘴 𝘰𝑤𝘯 𝘱𝑎𝘨𝑒 𝑖𝘯 𝘵ℎ𝘦 𝘵𝑎𝘭𝑒 𝑤𝘦 𝘸𝑟𝘪𝑡𝘦 𝘵𝑜𝘨𝑒𝘵ℎ𝘦𝑟. 𝘏𝑒𝘳𝑒 𝑖𝘴 𝘩𝑜𝘸 𝘵ℎ𝘦 𝘴𝑡𝘰𝑟𝘺 𝘶𝑛𝘧𝑜𝘭𝑑𝘴.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐎𝐧𝐞: 𝐕𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 Sunday, August 30th at 5pm. In which the widows gather. We open the book with antique elegance, high necked black gowns, lace gloves, cameo brooches, and birdcage veils, photographed with stillness against stone and shadow. Haunting, painterly, and pulled straight from another century.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐨: 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞. Sunday, September 6th at 5pm. In which every mask hides a secret. Full glamour by candlelight, ball gowns, opera gloves, ornate masks, and jewelry in deep jewel tones, black, and gold. This is the chapter where you feel like a movie star, and the mask lets you bring as much mystery as you dare.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐲 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 Sunday, September 13th at 5pm. In which lanterns light the lane. Pure autumn folklore, long wool cloaks in rust, moss, and charcoal, fog drifting under changing trees at dusk. A cloak over a simple dress is all you need, because the season itself turns the page.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐬. Sunday, September 20th at 5pm. In which the birds convene. High fashion with a dark wing, black feathered capes and collars, sleek hair, sharp winged liner, and jet and silver jewelry, posed like a gathering before the storm against a gray sky.

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭. Sunday, October 11th at 5pm. In which the wild ones run. Our final chapter closes the book untamed, faux fur, unbound hair, earth toned layers, antler crowns, and firelight at the treeline. All power, all motion, and a finale you will feel in your bones.

𝙃𝒐𝙬 𝙩𝒐 𝒆𝙣𝒕𝙚𝒓 𝒕𝙝𝒆 𝒔𝙩𝒐𝙧𝒚

Returning and current models: $200 registration, plus $40 per chapter you attend.

New characters joining the tale: $350 registration, plus $40 per chapter you attend.

Cashapp: $oktoberhollow
Venmo: Jennifer-Iseminger (6293)

Your registration writes you into the book for the full series, and you choose which Sundays you step into. Come for one chapter or live all five. Spots are limited so that every woman gets real time in front of my camera each week, and styling guides for every chapter, including what to wear, what to thrift, and what I will provide, go out to registered members before our first Sunday.

To claim your place in the story, simply reply to this email and I will send everything you need to register.

The book is open. The first page turns August 30th. I would love to write you into it.

𝑊𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑒𝑓,
𝐽𝑒𝑛

07/27/2026

All 2027 Dance Groups
AND
Seniors will need to reserve your spots by July 31st.

Please comment for more details- and THANK YOU - to everyone who has already claimed your dates! We appreciate you!!!

07/22/2026

07/21/2026

There is a little girl somewhere in my memory who figured out that a camera could hold a moment still. She did not have the words for it then, only the wonder of realizing that light and time and a small clicking machine could conspire to keep beauty exactly where she left it. That discovery never quite let me go, and honestly, I stopped trying to shake it a long time ago.

Photography became the way I understood the world. It taught me to notice the way a hand rests on a shoulder, the way sunlight decides to linger on a jawline, the way a dancer holds her breath a half second before she leaps. I have spent years chasing those quiet, electric moments where a person forgets to perform and simply is, and I have never once grown tired of it. There is nothing quite as intoxicating as watching humanity be beautiful and knowing you have the privilege of pressing the shutter.

The work has evolved with me, the way any love story does. It began in the woods of make-believe, in fairy tales and horror and magic, in the kinds of stories that let me build entire worlds inside a single frame. From there, it grew into families, into the tender chaos of watching children become themselves right in front of me, into the small ordinary miracles of a life unfolding. And now, most recently, into dance, where the camera meets its match in bodies that already know how to speak without words.

This business is what feeds and shelters my three daughters, and I say that with the fierce practicality of a working mother who is not romantic about the bills. But it is also, and I mean this with my whole chest, a genuine love affair with the people who walk through my door. I do not photograph strangers. I photograph women I have watched grow into themselves, dancers I have followed from their first competitions to their senior years, families whose kids I have known since they were sticky-fingered toddlers refusing to smile on cue. My clients become my people, and my people become my continuing education in what it means to be human.

As we move into a new year, I am reaching toward more of it: more dance and gymnastics studios to collaborate with, more sessions with the models who have taught me how to see, and a real expansion of what we are doing with headshots, which have quietly become one of the most rewarding corners of my work. There is something profoundly satisfying about handing a person a picture that makes them recognize themselves for the first time in years.

If you are the nervous one, come anyway. If you are the self-conscious one, the one who deletes every picture your friends tag you in, the one who has spent a decade convinced you are simply not photogenic, I especially want you. You are the reason I do this. The photograph is only the artifact. The real work is the hour we spend together where you slowly realize that the person in the frame is not a stranger to you, and never was.

Every season brings change, and I have learned that the measure of a life is not how much stays still but how gracefully we move with it, and who we get to walk beside while we do. Here is to another year behind the lens, another year of getting to know you, and another year of chasing that same feeling that little girl found on the day she first understood what a camera could do.