A Year That Held Everything
I wrote this as a year-end letter — about the work, the losses, and what this season clarified for me as an artist, founder, and mother. Sharing it here in case it finds you when you need it.
It’s taken me a minute to sit down and write this.
Not because there wasn’t anything to say — but because this year held more than could be distilled into a caption, a carousel, or a highlight reel.
2025 was, in many ways, one of the most successful professional years of my life.
It was also one of the hardest personal years I’ve ever walked through.
Both of those things are true.
The work
From the outside, it looked like momentum — and in many ways, it was.
Scott and I photographed extraordinary celebrations — from incredible weddings up an down the East Coast, to multi-day destination events at The Little Nell in Aspen and in San Miguel de Allende, Mexico – once-in-a-lifetime weekends that still stop me in my tracks when I look back at the galleries. Moments I’ll never take for granted — including documenting an epic wedding weekend for Tia & Brody Jenner.
Alongside the photography, I navigated complex, high-stakes contract negotiations for top planners and their celebrity clientele, and continued to be trusted by planners and creatives I deeply respect with work operating at the highest levels of the industry.
I had the honor of speaking at Engage in London — standing in a room of peers and leaders, sharing not just legal insight, but perspective earned through real experience. That moment stays with me.
Being invited into these spaces — with clients and fellow creatives alike — is something I hold with deep respect, and never lightly.
Our Magdalena Studios team continued to grow in a way that felt steady, intentional, and deeply aligned. Our collective of artists showed up with consistency, heart, and craft, even as we quietly refined how we work behind the scenes.
And while I intentionally chose to slow marketing efforts around The Artists’ Lawyer this year, it quietly did exactly what I hoped it would: grew through word of mouth, referrals, and trust. Creatives helping creatives. Contracts being shared because they worked — because someone said, “This helped me — maybe it will help you too.”
That kind of growth is slow. But it’s also the kind that lasts.
The part you don’t always see
What social media doesn’t show is how much life happened alongside the work.
This year included multiple, sudden losses, family medical emergencies, and long stretches where showing up meant showing up tired — emotionally, physically, quietly carrying things that didn’t belong on the internet.
It included a late miscarriage, followed by a second, emergency surgery — medical trauma I’m still unpacking.
And only weeks later, the sudden death of my 22-year-old cousin — helping my godmother plan his services, writing his obituary, and standing at the front of the room to deliver his eulogy while my body was still healing.
And still — galleries went out.
Client calls happened.
Legal clients were supported.
The work continued.
Not because I’m superhuman.
But because we had a team, systems we trusted, and clients who met us with grace.
And because sometimes, you simply do the next right thing you can.
This year stripped things down to what — and who — really matters.
It clarified friendships.
It softened edges.
It reminded me that being strong doesn’t mean doing everything alone.
This year also reinforced something I’ve believed for a long time: structure is not rigidity — it’s care.
Teams, systems, and clear expectations are what allow work to continue when life inevitably interrupts. They’re what make it possible to show up imperfectly but still responsibly. To protect clients, collaborators, and the people doing the work, even when circumstances aren’t ideal.
None of that happens by accident. It’s built quietly, over time, with intention.
Why the work matters
In the middle of all of this, I found myself doing something I’ve done many times for clients — but never imagined doing for my own family.
Sorting through photographs for my 22-year-old cousin’s funeral.
Images from childhood. From years that felt impossibly far away and heartbreakingly close all at once. Photos that became touchstones. Proof. Memory. Evidence of a life that mattered.
And it clarified something I’ve always known, but felt more sharply than ever this year:
Sometimes, the work we do as artists is all that’s left.
Not the noise.
Not the accolades.
Not the highlight reel.
The images.
The records.
The quiet proof that someone was here — that love existed, that moments were real.
That experience deepened my reverence for this work. It softened me in the ways that matter. It reminded me that what we give our clients is not just beauty, but preservation. Not just photographs, but memory held with care.
I believe the tenderness we carry from our own lives — from grief, from loss, from becoming parents, from joy, from loving deeply — gives us rare access to our clients’ worlds. It sharpens our empathy. It slows us down. It allows us to see not just what’s happening, but what will matter later.
As artists, those experiences expand our capacity to notice.
To honor.
To capture what might otherwise pass unseen.
This is why the work matters.
This is why I care so deeply.
This is why I will always take it seriously.
What this year clarified for me — in a way I don’t think I could have understood otherwise — is that the art is not separate from the life.
The way we notice.
The way we slow down.
The way we hold space for people in moments they may never fully revisit until years later.
When life narrows your focus, you begin to see what actually lasts. Images become more than beautiful records — they become anchors. Proof of love. Evidence of joy. A way back to something that mattered when memory alone isn’t enough.
I’m deeply grateful for these experiences — even the hardest ones — because they recalibrate my perspective. They make me more present. More aware of the fleetingness of it all. And they strengthen the desire to document beauty while it’s here — not perfectly, but honestly.
I think the softness that comes from living — from grief, from motherhood, from loving deeply — sharpens the work that we do. It changes how you frame a moment. It teaches you what not to rush past. It deepens the responsibility you feel when someone trusts you with their story.
This is the kind of art I want to keep making — honest, intentional, and built to last. Not louder, not faster. Just more true.
The season I’m in
I think often about seasons — the ebb and the flow, the expansion and the pause.
This was a year of rooting.
Of choosing depth over noise.
Of scaling back where needed, and trusting that not everything needs to be loud to be successful.
Letting go of what no longer fit.
Releasing identities and expectations that were never meant to be permanent.
Making space for what’s next by honoring what needed to fall away first.
According to the Chinese zodiac, 2025 is the Year of the Snake — associated with intuition, transformation, and renewal through shedding what no longer serves us — which, in hindsight, feels uncannily relevant.
Motherhood continued to shape everything. In the middle of it all, my daughter was — and is — pure light. Being her mom grounds me in a way nothing else does. Running multiple businesses, baking sourdough and cookies in between, and creating a nostalgic, magical holiday season — even when my own heart felt tender — reminded me what matters most.
I challenged myself physically this year too. Boxing became an unexpected anchor — a way to move stress out of my body and feel strong again.
Through it all, I was reminded:
It’s okay to be human.
It’s okay to be held.
It’s okay to let two truths exist at the same time.
Looking ahead
As I step into the next season, I’m carrying forward what this year taught me — that steadiness is a strength, that structure creates freedom, and that the best work is built slowly, with care.
There is more I want to create. More stories to document. More conversations to have — especially around protecting creative work, honoring the people behind it, and building businesses that can hold real life, not just the highlight reel.
The pace will be intentional.
The work will stay meaningful.
And the north star remains the same: to create, protect, and preserve things that matter.
I’m entering the next season grounded, grateful, and quietly optimistic — ready for what’s ahead, without needing to rush it.
I’ll continue building Magdalena Studios with intention.
I’ll continue growing The Artists’ Lawyer quietly, thoughtfully, and sustainably.
And I’ll continue showing up as both a creative and a legal advocate for this industry — not from a place of fear, but from experience.
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A few things inspiring me lately
A reminder I keep coming back to: “Some seasons are about expansion. Others are about learning how to hold what you already have.”
On repeat: heated Pilates, red light therapy, slow mornings at home, songs that make you dance (and yes — the Eras Tour documentary, of course).
Thank you — to the clients, friends, colleagues, and quiet pillars who showed up.
Thank you for trusting me with your work, your stories, and your businesses.
Thank you for letting me be real here.
Here’s to this next season — steady, rooted, and full of meaning.
With gratitude,
Magi
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I’ll be sharing more writing like this here — reflections on work, art, and the things that don’t always fit neatly anywhere else.