When I contacted the ladies of Laurannae Cupcakes about collaborating on a shoot, they were more than willing to “put up” with my photographic shenanigans sounding just as excited as I was to work with them. The date of the shoot I met them at a local vendor event held at the Restore House where the ladies were selling their cupcakes.
“You came at the perfect time. The line has really just started to die down,” said Jessica (Laura), co-owner of the vintage inspired cupcakery.
The gourmet cupcake shop is no brick and mortar layout. Instead it is a vintage style camper that, depending on the season, is adorned with either feathers or lights, or whatever these ladies choose. Jessica stuck her hand out of the window and shook mine, then came to meet me around the side door. Through the door, I could see icing and some beautiful potential cupcakes waiting their turn to be dressed and adorned.
Laurannae was started in 2011 by two sisters with “a passion for baking and loved all things party.” It is the combination of both of their names (Jessica Laura & Kimberly Rannae) and pronounced “Laura-nay.” After six years of growth and the launch of THE Vintage Cupcake Trailer, they are a local favorite and staple.
“I promise it will only take a minute. Do you have some cakes for me to shoot,” I said, nervously. Was this reality? Was I was actually here meeting the women behind the cake? What could I do but be nervous.
“You could shoot over there….or maybe there on that bench…or even out front, like on the trailer, “ Kim suggested after poking her head through the trailer door.
I looked around and saw there was a small line beginning to form behind me and stepped around back to coordinate with Jessica. Through the screen window, I could see the love and time these ladies put into their little cakes. I could see how every detail was uniquely theirs and how they connected with their customers. Some of them sat and talked at the window telling them about how amazing their cakes were. Others bought cake and you could see the excitement on their children’s faces as they went to open the dome encasing each cake was held in.
This was food love at it’s greatest.
This was a family affair.
This was simply family.
And I had fallen head over hills in love with a local business.