Latin Mass Photographer

05/22/2026

Freckles and lace and joy on their face... innocence meeting the Divine.
First Holy Communions.

At the Institute of Christ the King Sovereign Priest in Pittsburgh,
surrounded by incense and sacred music, I found myself once again captivated by the beauty of what was unfolding.

Because this is not symbolic.

This is not merely a lovely rite of passage.

This is Jesus Christ.

Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity.

“The bread that I will give is my flesh, for the life of the world.” John
6:51

The faces of nervous anticipation giving way to unmistakable joy. A kind of joy that cannot be manufactured because it comes from an encounter with Someone, not something. I saw little faces light up in ways that needed no explanation.

And then there are the families, perhaps seeing, in that single sacred
moment, the extraordinary continuity of the Catholic faith. This is one of the things I love most about Catholicism. We are never standing alone. We belong to something ancient, something living, something handed down at great cost and preserved through centuries by faithful souls who understood
its worth. The faith reveals our links in the chain. Generation to generation.

In an age so obsessed with novelty, the Traditional Latin Mass reminds us that the greatest treasures are often the ones faithfully preserved.

As I photograph these moments, I am always aware that I am not merely documenting an event.

I am archiving the Sacred.

One day these little boys in jackets and these little girls in lace
may bring their own children to the altar rail. And perhaps these images
will become part of that story. A reminder. A witness. A testament to the day Jesus first came sacramentally into their hearts.

“Let the little children come to me.” Luke 18:16 Always. And all for His
Glory.

04/25/2026

We are honored to be featured in EWTN 's National Catholic Register article on Catholic Wedding Photography!

We thank the writer, Gigi Duncan and outlet for sharing the story of Latin Mass Photographer and our friends/other Catholic Photographers who join us in stewardship of the sacred.

Catholic Photography, like liturgy, is incarnational: The invisible is made visible. We are capturing the theological truth that love is sacrificial, fruitful, and ordered toward Heaven. We pray our images are visual catechesis...that they testify that Catholic marriage is not merely sentimental…it is sacramental.

(Thank you Lucy Jones and Alexandra Yeryomin and all our couples for sharing this faith and for your support! Thank you Regina Jelski and Miriam Cunningham)

Catholic couples seek photography that reflects the covenant of marriage, not just the celebration.

04/23/2026

So glad to see this! Grateful for Fr. Lew doing this. He's always been an inspiration.

Looking forward to seeing more episodes and being trasnported to beautiful Churches. Beauty informs!

God bless this work and Father Lawrence Lew.

The Mystery of the Eucharist: God Among Us | London's Eucharist Shrine

04/08/2026

The stone is rolled away and with it every claim that darkness has the final word. Redemption is not an idea. It is an event. It is a Person who walked out of the grave and changed everything.

Easter morning at Most Precious Blood of Jesus Parish Institute of Christ the King Sovereign Priest in Pittsburgh, and the world feels remade. Christ is risen. History itself turns on this moment.

We are Easter people and Alleluia is our song. As Pope John Paul II proclaimed, this is not poetry alone. It is identity. It is the song written into the hearts of 1.4 billion Catholics across the world, echoing from great cathedrals to small parish sanctuaries, where incense rises and children kneel and Heaven feels close.

And something is happening. You can feel it. You can see it in the faces I am drawn to again and again. The young families, the fathers leading, the mothers nurturing, the children learning to pray with small hands folded. The elderly who never let go on their grip for the Traditional , who held fast when it was not easy, who are now witnessing a return they prayed for. Even the world has begun to notice, with reports of a resurgence of Catholicism among the young, a hunger for truth, for beauty, for reverence.

Faces of the faithful. This has become one of my favorite places to linger with my lens. Because these faces preach. Quietly. Powerfully. They lift hearts and minds to God without a single word.

Easter says you can put Truth in a grave, but it will not stay there.

Faith is true. Family is true. Christ entered the world through a family, sanctifying motherhood and fatherhood, and He remains with us still in the Eucharist, in His Church, alive and radiant. On this day, it all comes into focus with a clarity that takes my breath away.

To stand behind the camera on Easter Sunday is to feel it in your bones. The joy. The victory. The promise fulfilled across time.

All for His glory.

I love my Savior. I love my faith. I love my family.

Alleluia.

📸 Allison Girone
✍️ Allison Girone

04/04/2026

Good Friday.

A day where time stands still and eternity presses close.

This morning began with the Stations of the Cross. Step by step, we walked with Him. We followed Our Lord through the weight of the wood, through the falls, through the sorrow of His Mother. And then into the solemn silence of the Mass of the Pre-Sanctified, offered in the ancient rite with the Institute of Christ the King Sovereign Priest here in Pittsburgh.

Black vestments. A hushed church. The altar stripped.

And yet, life everywhere.

Babies in their mothers’ arms. Little hands reaching. Children pressing forward to kiss the Cross with a tenderness that humbles the strongest among us. The Church, even at the foot of Calvary, is alive.

“Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13

We read the prayers. We hear the Passion. And something in the soul cannot remain untouched. Eyes well with tears because we know. Not in theory, but in truth. It was our sins. Our indifference. Our pride. And still, He chose the Cross.

St. Augustine wrote, “God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.” Today, that love is not an idea. It is nailed, pierced, and lifted up for the world to see.

This is the day the promises are fulfilled.

From the wood of the Cross comes the salvation of the world. From suffering, redemption. From death, the opening of eternal life.

And we are not spectators.

We are there. At the foot of the Cross. With Our Lady. With St. John. With the faithful across centuries who have knelt in this same mystery, in languages and lands across the world, bound together by this single act of Divine Love that has shaped all of history.

We venerate the Cross because it is no longer an instrument of death.

It is the throne of our King.

All for His glory.

✍️ Allison Girone
📸 Allison Girone

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04/01/2026

Palm Sunday. The threshold of everything.

Christ enters Jerusalem to cheers, palms raised high, the crowd pressing in with hope and expectation. Hosanna in the highest. And yet, we know. The same voices will soon cry out for His crucifixion. The same road of triumph will lead to Calvary.

To stand at an Institute of Christ the King Sovereign Priest parish on this day, within the fullness of the Traditional Latin Mass, is to feel that tension in your bones. The procession is not a reenactment. It is a participation. Time folds in on itself. We are there.

The children clutch their palms with excitement, their small hands weaving and waving, their patience stretched by the length and solemnity of this ancient liturgy. You see it in their faces. Joy and restlessness. Innocence meeting sacrifice. And somehow, that too belongs. Because this week will ask everything of us.

Palm Sunday does not let us stay comfortable. It confronts us with the reality of our own hearts. How easily we praise. How quickly we turn. The weight of what is coming is almost too much to hold. The betrayal. The scourging. The Cross. The unthinkable truth that our sins placed Him there.

And yet, this is not despair. This is the beginning of redemption.

Holy Week unfolds with a gravity that forms us if we let it. Each day draws us deeper into the mystery. Each liturgy reveals something we cannot afford to ignore. This is the week that teaches us who Christ is. And who we are.

Photographing these days always places me somewhere I cannot quite describe. At the edge of the crowd. At the foot of the Cross. Among the faithful and the fallen. I feel like a witness, trying in some small way to preserve what cannot be contained. To offer something that might help another soul see, feel, return.

I often think of St. Veronica, stepping forward through the chaos to wipe the face of Christ. An act of love. An image left behind for the world.

If my work can do even a fraction of that, then it is enough.

We carry the palms today. But we walk toward the Cross.

And beyond it, the promise that changes everything.

✍️ Allison Girone
📸 Allison Girone

03/31/2026

Palm Sunday. The threshold of everything.

Christ enters Jerusalem to cheers, palms raised high, the crowd pressing in with hope and expectation. Hosanna in the highest. And yet, we know. The same voices will soon cry out for His crucifixion. The same road of triumph will lead to Calvary.

To stand at an Institute of Christ the King Sovereign Priest parish on this day, within the fullness of the Traditional Latin Mass, is to feel that tension in your bones. The procession is not a reenactment. It is a participation. Time folds in on itself. We are there.

The children clutch their palms with excitement, their small hands weaving and waving, their patience stretched by the length and solemnity of this ancient liturgy. You see it in their faces. Joy and restlessness. Innocence meeting sacrifice. And somehow, that too belongs. Because this week will ask everything of us.

Palm Sunday does not let us stay comfortable. It confronts us with the reality of our own hearts. How easily we praise. How quickly we turn. The weight of what is coming is almost too much to hold. The betrayal. The scourging. The Cross. The unthinkable truth that our sins placed Him there.

And yet, this is not despair. This is the beginning of redemption.
Holy Week unfolds with a gravity that forms us if we let it. Each day draws us deeper into the mystery. Each liturgy reveals something we cannot afford to ignore. This is the week that teaches us who Christ is. And who we are.

Photographing these days always places me somewhere I cannot quite describe. At the edge of the crowd. At the foot of the Cross. Among the faithful and the fallen. I feel like a witness, trying in some small way to preserve what cannot be contained. To offer something that might help another soul see, feel, return.

I often think of St. Veronica, stepping forward through the chaos to wipe the face of Christ. An act of love. An image left behind for the world.

If my work can do even a fraction of that, then it is enough.

We carry the palms today. But we walk toward the Cross.

And beyond it, the promise that changes everything.

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03/15/2026

There are places in America where the Faith feels ancient again.

This past November we had the privilege of photographing a Sunday High Mass at Our Lady of Clear Creek Abbey in Oklahoma, a remote Benedictine monastery tucked into the hills. Founded in 1999 by monks from the historic Abbey of Fontgombault in France, the community follows the Rule of St. Benedict and celebrates the sacred liturgy in Latin with Gregorian chant according to the traditional rites of the Church.

Walking into the abbey church felt like stepping inside a castle. Stone. Cold. Dim. Quiet in that unmistakable monastic way.

And yet the light.

Behind the altar the stained glass caught the morning sun and poured it forward, illuminating the monks gathered in choir and setting the gold vestments on the altar aglow. What first felt austere suddenly felt warm and alive. Prayer filling the stone.

The Benedictine life has always been simple and powerful. Ora et Labora. Prayer and work. The monks here devote themselves to contemplation, Gregorian chant, and the solemn celebration of the traditional Latin liturgy that has formed saints for centuries.

Standing there with my camera, quietly documenting the Mass, I was reminded again how vibrant the Traditional Latin Mass truly is across this country. From quiet abbeys in the Oklahoma hills to city parishes and mission chapels, it is alive.

Johnny and I are deeply grateful that our work brings us to places like this. To travel across America. To witness these sacred moments. To archive the beauty of the Church in images.
Because someday these photographs will tell future generations something important.

That the ancient Mass was not a relic.
It was living.
It was prayed.
And it was loved.

All for His glory.

✍️ Allison Girone
📸 Allison Girone

03/12/2026

She found our Instagram and she found her faith. The Traditional Latin Mass.

𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒔. 𝑮𝒐𝒅 𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝑹𝑨𝒀𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑼𝑳 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝒀 𝑯𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏. 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝒀 𝑯𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝑯𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑮𝑯 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝒀 𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆.

Beautiful Bride Lucy discovered our work on Instagram and was so moved by the images of the Beauty of the Traditional Latin Mass that she showed them to her friends and said please drive me to one of these Masses. And then she told us that our images lead to her to the TLM and .

We know the power of SACRED BEAUTY. We have seen again and again how the reverence of the Church and the grace of the liturgy can lift hearts and open souls. But to stand there and hear this story with our own ears was something that left us humbled and in awe.

She found a home in the Latin Mass and Catholicism and what a home this Cathedral is. Its soaring architecture... its golden light... its sense of the eternal made every moment feel like a glimpse into Heaven. Lucy and Sam share a faith that radiates through every gesture and every prayer. Their wedding day was truly a testimony of grace and a witness to what the Sacrament of Marriage can reveal when it is lived within the radiant tradition of the Church.

May God continue to use the beauty of their wedding and the beauty of the Mass to call others into His Church. We are grateful beyond words that He allowed our work to play even the smallest part in their Faith journey and Lucy’s conversion.

Thank you, Lucy and Sam for bringing Johnny and me to Oklahoma to witness and preserve the story of your Wedding Sacrament. All for His glory and for the love of the Catholic faith that has the power to transform hearts through beauty.

📸 Allison Girone and
✍️ Allison Girone

03/09/2026

For God and Country … and tradition at Aliciana and Jack’s wedding!

The groom, his groomsmen, and the Father of the Bride, all members of the military, wore their uniforms with honor at a Traditional Latin Mass wedding. Their discipline and devotion seemed to echo the same virtues found in the Latin Mass: reverence, order, sacrifice, and service. Reverently offered by the FSSP North American Province: Priestly Fraternity of Saint Peter Church outside of Philadelphia, the TIMELESS beauty of the liturgy mirrored the enduring values of faith, duty, and love.

As the newlyweds exited the church beneath a shining arch of swords, the symbolism spoke volumes. The arch is a mark of respect and protection. The blades form a canopy of honor as the couple steps into their new vocation, shielded by faith and fraternity. In a way, it beautifully mirrors how the Church herself guards and upholds the sanctity of marriage.

Our bride’s elegance was timeless: a modest lace gown that will always be a classic…and her bridesmaids all in matching mantillas. Unified. Lovely.

We wish this young, faith-filled couple every blessing as they begin their married life rooted in love of God, tradition, and each other.

All for His glory.

✍️ Allison Girone
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