hola. existen los seres humanos multinacionales. esta semana lo último que esperaba tener que hacer era explicar el porqué de mi participación en las manifestaciones de mi isla. “colombiana arrepentida!”, “escoja de donde es!”, “nena confundida; primero colombiana y ahora puertorriqueña, decidete!” soy orgullosa de mi nacionalidad múltiple. no me siento menos colombiana por estar dando la cara en la isla que me vió nacer. no quita mi crianza colombiana, y mucho menos mi identidad colombiana. no me toca escoger, mi ADN y ambos pasaportes me lo confirman. punto aparte. • llevamos casi dos semanas manifestándonos cómo pueblo.. suplicando no sólo la renuncia de ricardo rossello, sino el comienzo de una remodelación COMPLETA del gobierno puertorriqueño. ya van generaciones en ‘el aguante’ y seguimos marchando a decir que No Más. la manifestación del lunes nos vió vestidas tal cómo dios nos trajo a esta tierra roja. tuve el honor de caminar junto a #lashijasdelacrisis , demostrando que la expresión artística, corporal y en unión es algo de mucho poder. gracias a @raizamontes por el hogar. gracias a @valeriamartiro por capturar este momento. a @anmrpg por ser un gran símbolo de inspiración durante esta lucha, y todas las 30+ mujeres hermosas que caminaron bajo sol y lluvia agarradas de mano. que honor. seguimos gente que esto es sólo el comienzo. nos vemos hoy de nuevo ... y mañana.. • @melmichellerr por ser la artista detrás de esta producción
i was born in san german , puerto rico . graduated highschool in mayagüez. this week has been incredinly painful and somehow also wildly beautiful. i feel inmense pride for my culture and a lot of passion , particularly at times like this. an almost surreal revelation of gross corruption and political malpractice by governor ricardo rossello acted as a mere tipping point in my opinion. it isn’t news that inept pigs have been dragging what’s left of our island , but it is proof . to all protesters , i beg you to stay passive (non-violent), stay educated, and stay hydrated. let’s spread as much awareness as possible. we have one clear message , one clear request. but i ask again, where is our democracy at times like this ? even just seeing, from afar, how many people have come together in solodarity for the mere protection as well as the demand for respect of our small nation has been surreal and incredibly powerful.. i dont have a lot of words, but i know my responsability is to say something.. this is my home, it is the home of my loved ones and something has to change. i land on the island tomorrow and appreciate everyone that’s staying posted. allies and locals alike.. thank you.
some nights i wake up at around 3:30 in the morning.. n im not sure what wakes me but lately ive taken notice. i wonder what other people lay awake about.. or if they lay awake at all? i wonder about things ive said and things that had been said to me ...i thought words were important.. even the shitty ones. • 📷 @lulannie , take me out again ? ill leave my graffiti pen at home ✨
i wanted to ask you... i wanted to ask you so badly.. -have you fallen in love with you yet? .. the raw and the bloody you? do you want to? • but i kept my mouth shut.. i was scared to tell you i loved me. i guess i didn’t want you to take it that way.. the way it sounds.. because i promise im not a narcissist, or selfish like that.. but it’s true, i loved me. it’s the only reason i was still there, the only reason im here. it’s the reason i drag my ass out of bed every morning and look in the mirror n say “you’re fucking resilient. you are health and light and an instrument of the universe. you are worthy to be yourself”. i was scared to tell you that i didnt need you .. n that i had me. 📸 @rubenvega_ gracias por esta mañanita en madrid. por la luz, el cafecito y gracias a la fruta fresca.
i began to tire. • i was tired of working for little to no pay.. i was tired of meeting talented people that were doing the same.. and talentless people drowning in paychecks for stolen, mediocre and shallow material.. most of all, i was tired of trying to convince people in this industry that shooting concepts and images with deeper meaning could be important tools of change. art doesnt have to be Just visually appealing.. same goes for the projects and models in this industry. it seems it’s now been years since all this started.. years of rapid changes. back then i felt full of motivation and so much emotion. i was overflowing with everything i wanted to say and i felt overwhelmed by the potential of spilling my whole brain everywhere, fearlessly. i started all of this as a Women’s Studies college student.. where for the first time, i realized the importance of my expression in the media. & I continued all of this after seeing how dispicably behind my latin culture was when it came to conceptualizing gender equality. The united states is no thorough example to follow, but it is where i first saw possible, the fight for civil equality and human rights . i refuse to sit and wait for someone like ruth bader ginsburg to steer the judicial system in Colombia away from ignorance and misogyny. i refuse to wait for the men and women in my country to have a role model like gloria steinem, betty friedan or shirley chisholm.. or any virtually existent role model at all. we each have a voice, and if we can use it to inspire even one person, that is the change . i thought of sylvia plath a little and realized it’s hard not to sit at the bottom of the fig tree watching each fruit plop rotten on the ground beside you. while waiting to pick the right fruit , we get nothing at all if we arent cautious of time. the lifespan of our opportunities isnt always eternal.. it actually seldom is. being relentless, being fearless and stepping solid steps is the way to change this life into a fair and wonderful existence for more than just the privileged and more than just the ignorant. happy hump day • hot days in new orleans make me miss this a whole whole lot @fernandosamalot
hey beauties! i know im still technically on ghost mode.. but bloods starting to pump through this all again and it feels nice to be excited about all i wanna share. so hi, hello, my name is lucy🤘🏽go get to know some real shit about me online @thisbitchmagazine ‘s website• interview is up! im also here to briefly announce that after much deliberation and hibernation, our podcast premiers this summer. ive been absent for several months for a snowball effect of reasons.. but there’s too much going on in the world to be silent, there’s a lot of beautiful and impactful work to do, things to learn and brain scramble to share with you all. y’all been around through my ups, downs and back arounds. im grateful n fucking excited to be back and smashing your lives with my angry feminist bullshit. hang in there y’all, there must remain unity in political times of chaos. im in colombia, thinking about the year we’ve had in the US and feeling some type of way. but it is, regardless the beginning of a lot.. @joellegrace @serena.ish @styleprovoking
look and listen • i remember countless people in my life told me not to play with fire.. but don’t we all ? and yet we have the memory and the shared experience of something too hot, burning.. that sensation on our skin.. the surprise.. the pain. and from that, we know that burning is real and when to avoid it. learning the hard way at times seems most natural . skepticism. innately, we just dont believe everything we hear. we must make sense of the world around us somehow. learning the hard way isn’t ideal but it is effective... it’s personal and first hand. in order to know what it means to burn.. you have to have felt it before.. no? it’s what parents try so so hard to avoid in their children’s lives. but i personally dont think we can pretend it’ll work that way anymore. rocks along the way should cut up your feet.. forming the calluses that allow you to walk further, barefoot in all terrain. we often live our lives in fear of what we dont unferstand , we live in caution of nature, our emotions, our dreams and our limitations. disrespect. we see them outside ourselves. and separating from the natural is our world’s Dis- Order. we have become so sheltered, so jaded.. weve created a hierarchy with our species at the top .. and used our place to kill, to consume and to conquer. we are exhausting resources . we are turning our paradise into an inferno and some of us still wonder with uncertainty the validity of climate change. the world is burning , in more ways than one... and if we are too numb to feel it now, i only pray, for the sake of what is left, that we introduce intuition back into our children. ignorance doesnt disappear but it can die off slowly.. like carefully removing a cancerous tumor from our society’s consciousness. survival of the fittest, motherfuckers. get educated on the state of our planet and fellow creatures : always . keep an eye on our family at @karmagawa ..n watch the new @savethereef video.. become a valuable part of this planet. give a fuck, and learn, cuz all that’s left is beginning to look like the hard way. 📸 @natribaus 💄 @trippychickmakeup
• i lose me in you all the time and i dont think ive learned how not to. i fail at a lot of things still.. and, frankly, i dont know how to keep us from blending when we’ve come so close ... melting .. into less and less viscous ..... liquid .. . i dont fear transformation.. the truth is we cannot only grow alone. we melt wonderful parts of every path we cross into ourselves.. we learn from others. i forget this far too often. and am grateful to be largely composed by every being that has planted a seed in my life. we are kin: one and many. • thank you for this day and this moment in the desert.. i felt a state of trance i cant explain with words.. it was dance.. it was freedom.. it was my soul’s most craved therapy. thank you @410_ze @jamesmountfordstudio
me rn after instagram decided to try n fuck me up , like on easter.. i tried to post.i woke up with the need to write.. (its been a while) and after pouring my soul into a goddamn instagram caption, (CUZ I CHOSE YOU INSTAGRAM!) the post errored and the writing is now gone. lmfao fuck me and fuck you @instagram . youre the worst public diary and im going back to pen and paper. anyyywaayy i miss my lovely ladies in atlanta . so heres a little throwback from the editorial we killed for @thisbitchmagazine . happy taurus season to the lady behind the lens @joellegrace ✨ and the women that made me look fresh as fuck all day MUA @serena.ish and @styleprovoking • be back soon 🖤
• if youre reading this, youre in my cosmic web and i feel for you. • we’re eating plastic , yup , and its killing all of us • 📷 @creativerehabnyc n I caught up while i was in the city... happy to see a familiar face who years ago let me explore his studio , nude with some incredible shots in polaroid and film • your lens is a sort of home for me now, ps.. thank you for waiting for me even though i got on the wrong train to you like twice that morning... #film #bw
feliz cumpleaños a este ángel en vida. madre, te amo, eres el símbolo mas grande de fuerza y compasión en mi vida. eres una fuente de luz pura... gracias por existir.
@kidsuper spoiled us rotten as we’re usually cold and naked all the time • love you brooklyn , love you @jerrbul and the most love has to go to the woman behind the camera, serendipidously joining us there from new orleans as well.... @giwlo • divine timing , the new moon’s wild n in motion
you know who i am and you know where to find me... it isn’t you i am hiding from. when it’s late at night and you close your eyes and the dark paints colors that you can’t really describe, what exactly can it be that takes you miles away from me? you.. the personafied something that i am perpetually trying not to long for ... • @lulannie // in brooklyn
celestite • celestite is actually a really wonderful little rock with beautiful properties .. angelic, stimulating, enlightening, spiritually healing and containing a nice ability to calm mental torment.. which is why it makes this rock one of our favorites during this mercury gatorade season. im a fan of crystals, go, judge me, n fuck off . then get your fluorite and celestite handy for this super awesome retrograde. whether you believe in it or not, staying close to our elements, working them and coexisting with them is a part of our humanity that can be extremely grounding and very healing. • shoot 1 in NYC had us catching up with @ashleyggarner and continuing the Wild Woman Series .. a series that has turned into a process of a couple years now.. it has transformed , morphed and grown closely with the artist behind it.. and im honored to still be one of the wild muses for the series. the concept has turned into a leviathan of utmost beauty and sensation.. excited to continue molding the beautiful project that sparked a fire in us both when we first met on skype... n that still keeps me warm each time we meet again. thank you again to one of the most inspiring women ive met in the art industry... for a very Me portrait of Myself doing a Me thing. & yes you can still get steam punk magnifying glass headbands if you thrift hard enough xx feliz sabado cosas hermosas !
how can a woman like me, not be for men? x @trendymag • well, looks like im sharing this with y’all because privacy’s dead and we’re all lonely. • its been on my mind so why not, you know? see, we all thought i had it all figured out.. i thought i was open enough to like every gender if the human performing it was lovely.. PERIOT i thought, there are so many people, there must be all sorts that fit a wonderfully compatible description. ive even written on here that i maintain my right to love a man no matter how many women there have been in my life. however, today, i digress. im 23 years old and i had an epiphany about my sexuality like a week ago... i thought, damn.. theres so much to love about humanity in every way.. soso much beauty, so much muchness! thank gawd i have the option to choose! who knows what my future will bring! it can be anything!! then i realized i was being delusional. because i actually cant ROMANTICALLY love anything but a woman. “but how can a woman like me, not be for men? how can i be so closed that i wont consider men that way? what happened? “ i dont hate men or find them sexually unattractive.. lmfao i get these questions all the time from guys that hit on me.. and im always careful not to hurt any egos.. but it would be easier if i liked men, n maybe mom was right about that.. i spent most of my life pretending i wasnt ONLY gay lol buut i guess 2019 came to teach me about simplicity.. some things about us just arent that complicated. sometimes , youre not bi, or sapiosexual or pan or the whole spectrum.. sometimes you’re just fucking gay ... and thats what happened to me so.. sorry if any man in my life had hope still somehow • happy saturday from brooklyn 🖤 ! who am i gonna bump into in the city today? lets say hi 😊 happy saturday my beautiful angels
let me look a little closer... i can almost see your heart beat.. let me slow it down, a little i can if you just watch me.. • i layed for a long time , knowing i’d stay still here , gathering dust until i, myself, chose to move. i know i am not easy.. i know i am not always peaceful but i cant help my heart but pulsing , telling me to go, shake off the stillness and sprint. i bent over backwards just to find where the rays of sun were beginning to peak from, so i could run after them. like flowers, i dance towards the light of the sun. i am confident i have all the darkness i need. so i wondered, then, why night time is still so much easier than day? why clarity clouds me and mystery glows with a radiant excitement, like something meant just for me to know..? i bent over backwards because sometimes things look better upside down,, grainy and lit by moonlight. sometimes thing only make sense that way. and sometimes, light is far too blinding. but see, for some reason, no matter how still or for how long i am upside down in blindfold.. i manage not to fall. i manage to feel , even the numbness ... soul and skin, mind and body .. still raw, and still palpably real. foolish and caring so, still, i stride linearly the ground beneath me , turning corners blind in fold.. and my tongue but a feather , floating slow between my teeth.. spinning silk-like clarity... i go on and on like this, for no one asks twice if you seem any kind of clean, any type of wise... i am looking for whatever i find. and i am certain it is as bright as its darkness . • for once i really couldnt pick just one shot.. help me choose?• from a trip to an abandoned Eden somewhere in New Orleans, with the most distractingly beautiful photographer, model, n magician i’ve literally ever had shoot me... challenge accepted @lilymarlane_ you are not from this fucking world. so so many more adventures of these to come n its gonna be, honestly , epic. feliz miércoles, mis amores • 📸 @lilymarlane_ artificial intelligence? or local vampire ? ✨🖤 you decide
hey, your bitch, does it bite? or does it just bark ? reclaim my term, female doggier than ever. be loud, be unapologetic, be resistant • B • I • T • C • H • blessed to be featured in this new issue of @thisbitchmagazine with an incredible editorial shot by @joellegrace , styled by @styleprovoking and caked by the very sexy @serena.ish • you cant go wrong with a pack of bitches . excited for another excuse to head back to create shum art in atlanta . “they” say not to post on tuesdays cuz no one will see it ..? so this ones just for you n me
scribble scribble woke up missing @badboi today .. 🤔 i was up before the sun this morning n i thought about something i hadnt thought about in years.. it reminded me how vast of a universe there is in our minds... eternities of thoughts that we leave behind but that are never truly forgotten.. how marvelous to have an infinite inventory of recollection and how warm it feels to not be alone up there.
happy saturday • thank you all for those beautiful birthday wishes. im eternally grateful for another year of life , opportunity, and creativity. i dont know if its just my supersition, but 23 feels like itss gonna be great.. ✨ an extra special thanks to this team for putting up with me and my off-putting direction skills . modelo : @paula_umana 📸 @camiloforeroph 💄 @julianchavarria.w 👗 @alexanderyepess
limitless • “i missed that laugh”, she said. i’d never met her before but i smiled because i missed my laugh too.. suddenly life presented to me the opportunity to start over.. to start again.. and once again i approached the opportunity with skepticism. less trusting than ever. but with my eyes open and my ears keen, i simply cant go wrong. intuition. intuition is running when you cant fight, fighting when you shouldnt run.. and knowing when to stop hiding. intuition is learning to be selective with the entry to your temple. we are limitless and that truth is something we must protect. for others, our limitless potential is either a blessing for those who respect and recognize it... or an incredibly powerful tool for those who recognize it and wish to exploit it or feed off it. protect your limitless energy• a beautiful soul picked me up in Buye, Cabo Rojo , a little less than a month ago.. we’d been speaking for years.. but never coincided.. until divine timing took us both to the town i was born in, the town i grew up in, and the town i first fell in love with.. my west side my puerto rico. this was a man that explored his talent to show the world the island we both knew and loved.. a man that saw and felt that same beauty heal him, the way it heals me still today. a man admired by many for reminding us how lucky we are to call home paradise. over 400 days after Maria, we shared 2 days of hiking and bathing in waterfalls pure and cold as ice, n beaches lit by sunrise. words slipped from our lips like we’d met centuries ago and we couldn’t share enough stories and philosophies with each other until it was time to part. it was a pleasure meeting another old soul.. 📸 @fernandosamalot ... your light and your energy finally coincided with mine at a perfect time , as much as i wish id met you sooner, ive stopped wishing like that. we captured an insane amount of beauty in places that mean more to me than words can describe. above is one of them. cheers to this new year of souls we recognize, cheers to this capricorn moon , to charging ourselves with limitless ideology .. cuz all these thoughts are just #poweredbylimitless
dyke • you’re damn right i got that and a dime sack all through grade school. thick skin doesnt come easy and bullying taught me to laugh at myself... take life less seriously.. i couldnt cut off my ears cuz people didnt like them, i wasnt gonna shave my eyebrows cuz people didnt like them, and i wasnt gonna cry while everyone was laughing. i fuckin love a good joke. especially if it’s me. • machúa in my culture, both men and women are machistas. according to tradition, and many women who preach it, i am not a very good woman. i was raised to be quiet and pretty with nice table manners, so that i find a nice guy with money that'll "take care of me n our kids”. i was to eat enough to look more than healthy so men don't think im sick.. so i don't look like i'm infertile. i was raised to walk straight, la postura pecho y culo pa’fuera, to beat out any other bitch out there tryna take a man i prolly didnt want a girl has to be a mother, a wife, and a lover of the home on man’s terms. and anytime anything was said contrarily, came the quote “being a woman is a sacrifice.” it’s alright because “we’ve all made it” since the beginning, we’ve been ojects of affection and abuse. healers, givers. but never receivers. shutting the fuck up , not stirring any pots. no resistances. La Mujer Conforme. fighting is a thing of the Macho. for centuries women have repressed their realities, laughing with each other about pitty sex with their drunk husbands, n not filing for divorce for the sake of the kids, the car, the house, the money . fear. we scrutinize the women that dare live their truth. when we KNOW we’ve yearned for spiritual autonomy and how many times we’ve ignored mother nature telling us you are you are potential. you are powerful and free. • in my culture, i am too skinny, too ambitious, too selfish, too angry, n too smart to be a woman. see, if being a ‘woman’ means being nearly everything ive never been, pues sí, soy machua. machua con cojones entonces. ¿porque quién carajo quiere ser “mujer” bajo esas condiciónes • blessed being on the cover of 2 gentlemens magazines this year. in hopes that slowly we can redefine that word: Woman
my brain is leaking , come swim in it with me ..? im just playin, im not that sadistic, well i am but im like working on it.. promise • milk, oil, a little paint and some human matter @onenativeyouth @fatal.attraction
endless horizon • the less numb i am, the more i can feel all the forces working in and around me. “i cant run away until i finish”, i said.. i wondered how many times i’d thought that. n now that everything and everyone has gone, and i am left exposed , torn and guilty.. i wonder, what will happen next? should i go quiet? should i disappear? where would i go? ... at these moments id like to be small.. take light steps to avoid harming anyone with the momentum of my energy, like an angry train.. for once id really like to be quiet.. not make a sound and maybe just maybe, replace all the “fuck you”s ive collected these past years with thank yous.. and smiles.. fucking laughs.. really just anything, anything else • trying a new routine, building new habits, i have come to see myself at the end of the tunnel...n my potential is limited only by the strength of my higher power.. and “that strength has no limits.” as long as i am guided by my spiritual principles, i have an endless horizon. 📸 @juanmoore 💄 @nadiakosh 👗 @andresyepesd
cartagena. hace más de un año, durante un día de lluvia, en el aviario nacional. con 2 vestidos couture y unas cuantas luces de flash de iphone. raul y yo estuvimos con ganas de hacer las fotos de nuevo con un equipo más apto que solo los dos y un parcero que encontramos en el pueblo antes de salir esa mañana. jamás pensamos que en realidad hicimos algo digno de compartir ese día. jaja. tela blanca, tela negra, traje y aves. dos cabezas. • however, heres the beef. the trump administration is trying hard to go around set immigration laws by implementing regulations that bend them . making it impossible for poor people to immigrate into this country. making wealth a standard for migration is counterintuitive and ridiculous. the words engraved in the statue of liberty are as follows : “Give me your tired, your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free....” this was the philosophy that made this country as great as we all still want to believe it “is” or can be... the standard we set.. the idea we created but are failing to stand behind and act towards... speak out about this issue and get educated.. this affects millions of hardworking humans. • 📸 👗 @raulhiguera @angel_yanez_couture
i find comfort in corners • when i am back here, where i havent been in years, i dont feel fear, or anger or grief. i feel the same each time, but the pain is somewhere different. see, maybe the heart is meant to be broken. i know that when my heart breaks into small enough pieces to seep through my pores, there is enough lucy for everyone. • we ourselves are not responsible for others. our own loyalty and our own trust is all we have and we must never, under any circumstances, expect the reciprocity be owed to us. i am a gaping wound. and i will not hide , you deserve to see me broken ... i promise ill still be pretty 📸 @cvatik
i looked out and waited for someone to explain it all to me. i thought something or someone out there had the answers i was looking for... “why didnt i fix it?” , “why cant i go back?” , “why wont she keep me?”... after standing in the tub on my frozen toes until the porcelain stuck to my skin i realized the answer was simple... and i knew it all along ... why was i always silencing that voice in my head where my intuition sleeps.? • lucy, it’s not about you. not this time, not again. • 📸 @cvatik
it snowed around me. the house was cold, empty, and the wallpaper had torn with the seasons,revealing the bits of bricks underneath.. yes.. that same wallpaper, the wallpaper that once illustrated the story of you.. how we met and walked together.. where we’d go and how we’d get there.. the bed was empty and there was one pillow.. just enough for me. i layed there until my bare feet lost sensation.. and the coldness inside me synchronized with that of the white flakes on the windowsill. “how did you allow yourself to keep breaking?.. how did you give your broken heart to anyone... and how are you surprised that all you are now is hollow?” ... “wake up,” i said... its finally time for you.. 📸 @cvatik
blood, not poison• i looked in the mirror and i yelled because i needed to. youre lying if you say youve never needed to yell at something. especially at you. and you remember that time Dr. Whats her face told you to ‘let it all out’, so you do. and then you realize we are like ecosystems... we must also have hurricanes, tsunamis, volcano erruptions and sandstorms that wipe nearly everything away, until what’s left is but raw earth. we need this in order to bloom again.. like split ends need to be snipped for the hair to grow.. the last 3 years have been a hellish parade that i could never describe here. every once in a while life sprinkled miracles of happiness and light on the true and unforgiving darkness that i managed to carry with me for that long. for almost a year withdrew from my family, i didnt even go home for the holidays.. i found that id been living on auto pilot... driving aimlessly to silence and shame, and so much pain..and i saw it all start.. the river’s tide rising and rising and rising.. but i didnt move .. i just stood there, n i watched.. and then the levee broke. all the built up toxicity, all the poison, all the loathing, n all the lies inside me , sunk me deep into those waters and the tides shook me like a snowglobe until eventually..... it all dried up. and soon my head stopped spinning and my knees got strong enough to hold me , then strong enough to run.. and jump and kick .. i could feel myself breathing again. and the song that went mute in me started humming.. louder with each of my heart beats... blood not poison... i am here, existing in my purest form for the first time in what my mother reminded me was 3 years. i yelled at the mirror today n smiled , grateful for my life, grateful for the angels that never left my side n those that landed along the way. the road to redemption is a road of recovery.. and it is a battle of the self. • i am raw earth today and it feels like fucking glory ✨ aye • today: - i love you and i’m sorry - • ! ! ! Amores que andan en colombia! recojan esta nueva edición de la @revistaexclama para ver las locuras que nos inventamos con el maestro 📸 @misaelbelt • 💄 @vaninadisalvo
my board broke.. • this little candid taken a few blocks from my house in new orleans is a nice and flavorful depiction of my days here.. • blue hair , green house, tip toe kicks and a peak at one of my favorite esmerald designed hoodies from my fam at @skateboardsushi • i’ll be preaching again soon (; • • more delicious shots for @skateboardsushi to come 💦 📸 @yoyosamaa
im drowning in philosophy • so here’s a pic • happy to head to PR for fall break n maybe decompress a bit of the madness, between critical papers on Spinoza and the actually horrific vomit spewed from Kavanaugh and anyone defending him at that hearing last week. hearing those men speak the way they did, in a setting of supposed authoritative respect and honor wouldve been the funniest shit ive seen all year had it not been .. um real. i saw little difference in SNL’s skit this weekend but hey, this is seriously our country . disheartening and disgusting. lindsey graham’s words were repulsive but not more than brett kavanaugh’s sorry excuse for an opening statement. i extend my deepest regards to the women who came forward with their accusations... but unfortunately we are a country of 13 year old pigs in suits and ties (with the exception of few refreshing Humans). thank you to these brave women for proving to us , once again, the sad reality of who our government is • Deborah Ramirez, Julie Swetnick and of course Dr. Christine Blasey Ford staying TRUE through the bullshit. 📸 @falcocultum for @true_________________ @true_________________
full moon • i got on a plane to italy a few months ago to supposedly go take some pictures in capri. i’d never been to western europe before. but of course i feared being taken and the fact that technically i had no answers for my parents’ interrogative questions except “his names @badboi , and he’s really talented”. After a cancelled flight to napoli from barcelona, and 24 hours of total travel , @timothysykes welcomed me with 3 pizzas from l’antica pizzeria de michele as we took a midnight boat ride to Capri. we talked about new orleans and philosophy, 2 things we had greatly in common (: he explained to me who they were and what exactly they did, probably not expecting me to fall in love with @karmagawa . • Karmagawa is an innovative charity community that strives to reach people of all ages with their message of awareness and call to service. i felt right at home when they welcomed me into the fam 🤘🏽 we believe that if we have the means to travel to these beautiful places all around the globe, we should feel responsible to give back to them.. if we can enjoy the views and snap the photo, we shouldnt be able to ignore some of the crucial issues that are occurrinng on a daily basis. • get on board with karmagawa : $4.2 million donated in 3 years, 45 schools built/opened, 12 in development, 10 libraries in Mexico currently being built, 4 animal shelters and 1 soccer stadium in Cambodia 🇰🇭 sad that studying made me miss the wonders over in Bali, but excited to join y’all in all sorts of adventures in the future , fam 🙌🏽 • 📸 blessed to have found you in the real realm after 4 years of pen pal correspondance @badboi . thank u for this , n ill see u in the phillippines👅 • featuring legs , back n booty from @pizzapizza_nisa 😊
the truth is, people have always been dying... addiction is something we don’t talk about enough... so people that need help never know where to get it and probably get labeled crazy, or unstable... addiction is a disease... as social as it is real.. and its so damn harmful when you mistreat it.. getting educated on addiction is something our society hasnt even come close to doing, we shun addicts and tend to shut off any compassion because we cant tell the difference between a bad person and a damaged person ... just a thought. more on this soon... • blessed to give you guys a brand of sandals that loved me enough to send me some real warrior gear • these gorgeous sandals got me through some of the toughest hikes in colombia to the steepest walks in italy.. @jerusalemsandals • thank you for takin me back to comfort in my wardrobe these past few months. and a big thanks to 📸 @fredlove for this day at the beach before flyin back out to new orleans 😊 • i promise i will try harder to stay in touch .. it is tornado season in my mind 🌪 #jerusalemsandals
under construction • 🚧 it’s difficult to admit that we were at fault some of those times we said we weren’t. i am imperfect, i am a work in consistent progress, and that progress consists of as many failures as it does triumphs, if not more. i am guilty of nearly everything i’ve ever been accused of , especially if it came from those who know me.. those who truly loved me enough to know me. i am a monster the moment they say i am. • we cannot be so incredibly narcissistic that we see ourselves exempt from progress or growth. we cannot dare tell someone in our lives that what they feel about us is invalid. the human cannot depend on only themselves when it comes to setting a standard of morality and value. you, yourself, are not qualified to determine the impact and treatmemt you extend to someone else. see that determination comes from the person who recieved the treatment; the person impacted by you. • when we disconnect , when we cease to see that sometimes, what we think, or what we intend, to be ‘positive or pleasant or even passable / neutral behavior’, can be incredibly damaging, hurtful, insensitive, intoxicating and even inmensely abusive, in fact. • hush the ego that tells you you are capable of no wrong. hush the ego that tells you ‘You are right, and Everyone else, or That SOMEONE else is Wrong’. • we humans carry a lot of shit, we deal with bullshit every day no matter what race, sex, gender, age, class, region we belong to. so each day, i try to drop the ego a little. travel more lightly. admit to my faults so i can learn from them. and look out every once in a while and say, hey... come down here, from your suite up there in the castle’s tower, and stop pretending we’re the only ones under construction. • nyc babyy! take me back!!! my bags been packed. lez werk! • miss this beautiful soul 📸 @theglasscamera • who wants to see us get serious with some motion film? 😉 ah? anyone? 🎥 #MissJackofallTrades
resurrection... there’s so much i want to write and a part of me doesn’t want to do it here anymore. hmm • de camino a un fincho en Bogotá, pero sí, extrañando un poco a mis amigos en los angeles. ¿nos vemos pronto? @onenativeyouth @fatal.attraction
there is a fine line between man and woman. there are countless intersections in those constructs of gender .. because there Are intersections in our sex. the perfect masculine , is substantially feminine and the perfect feminine is substantially masculine. some males are more feminine than others, some females are more feminine than others..this is simply another lesson on human ambiguity, and human relativity...specifying for a moment, sex and gender. • we find happiness and health in this balance, humans are capable of using and feeling both these wonderful and beautiful energies. we are nourished by them and it pains us when we repress them. men just as women are encouraged in this time to be themselves regardless of the limitations of the gendered social construct.. we invite men to see beauty and pride in these human qualities we’ve labeled Feminine.. we invite men to embrace these qualities so that they can be seen as human, instead of as Feminine. we invite women to do the same , we are capable, we are boundless , and we are pure potential. thank you @murdasworld for being my muse and my gemini in this shoot,, to visually capture the intersection between men and women, to help open our minds to see the spectrum in between and the reality of its comfort and naturality to so many.. • you tuned into the character effortlessly and you were a lovely reflection . • the road to understanding is long, and i am just at the beginning .. how wonderful to continue • and thanks to the talented @fredlove for being patient with my vision even though we’d just met• Loyola, Ill see you on monday! And YES! We’re Continuing Feminist Fridays at the Women’s Resource Center, happy to be working that again after a well needed break from the city • #letsgetthatdegree
welcome to the microset.. a giant steel pole fell on my head before starting these shots.. the braids provided some cushioning, but hey, im alive, again. happy friday y’all ! excited to finally finish up my philosophy degree this year , dabble in as much social work and travel as much as i humanly can and each day, keep pedaling... forgetting the past doesn’t seem like the wisest route.. it seems lazy to forget.. extremist to forget but there is healing to be done to move forward .. and eventually, at least forgive... always mostly myself. but y’all, tthere’s always a chance we’re indeed batshit crazy 🙃 always gotta end on ambiguity. just wasted a good minute of your time n you’re welcome. ill be here, like a few times a months, tormenting your feed with my millenial bullshit • BUT BUT BUT! i also give u good stuff like this great collection for @amodomiostore x @el.dorado.art shot by the beautiful 📸 @danigophoto • thanks for letting me keep shooting even though y’all thought i was concussed ❤️❤️❤️❤️
crispy film 😋 • the first time i took a chance at photography modeling was circa 2015.. i’d followed this magnificently talented woman by the name of nicole cartolano after falling in love with her work on 35mm expired film. i wrote to all of her available contacts, expecting my pleas for her attention to go straight into the void... i had little experience, i was still barely 5 foot 5 and having an agency representing me was definitely not in the cards. to my surprise, it took only a few days before she responded.. we exchanged numbers .. and before you know it, i was waking up at 4:30am somewhere in beverly hills waiting for a very talented stranger to pick me up n go shoot. she was brazilian, young and incredibly beautiful , we got along like we’d been soul pals for centuries and the day unfolded infront of us breathing beauty and wonder into every pore. a little past 5am, we made it to the beach near the santa monica pier. the natural light was reaching its peak and suddenly... when im reaching the shore, a baby sea lion began to approach me.. i looked at it in awe, trying my best not to frighten it.. but it didnt seem scared of me. instead, it kept coming closer.. directly towards me.. the moment ended as my little friend went out into the ocean n we parted ways.. nicole and i paused , in awe of the universe for a few moments... i never asked if she captured the sea lion on film cuz we shot for 13 hours that day .. but after developing all that film, this shot came first.... and since then, i knew what i had started was gonna be one of my biggest ventures in this life. • it taught me my very first lesson in this ... sometimes the best moment to capture is the moment made, not the moment we make. 📸 wildflyme #35mm #film #tbt #35mmfilm #nicolecartolano
sometimes im glad life has me at a point where miami is just a temporary • no offense to Miamians • anyway! hi! the producers of snobish costumes are bringing y’all some great hits this summer, like “tropical depression”, “cruel summer” and classics like “don’t fuckn’ stare”. this is a dope shot of my scar • 📸 @nocapphotography x @fraud.miami #dfs
• excited to finally, personally announce this beautiful campaign. • from my ancestral home over in Medellin, brought to you by two incredibly strong women that left everything behind to follow their dream... i give you all @soulintimates ... • when i started this whole adventure behind the camera, I had many versions of what my purpose was.. amongst them, a protest to the saturated portrayal of big asses and big tits in the nude, intimate and health media targeted towards women particularly in latin culture. this same phenomenon seemed to go hand in hand with the inmense popularity of breast implants, buttock augmentation and consmetic mutilation even at ages as young as 15 in young women in latin culture. this correlation isn’t a coincidence in my opinion, injecting unnatural matter into our breasts and and bodies to look like a certain shape is almost directly influenced by the media’s obession with showing one body type as the accepted norm for our beauty standards... this makes me proud to see my tiny ass plastered on a lingerie campaign back in my country 🙌🏽 • we are the endless possibilites of our societies• i wanna invite each of you to an opportunity to treat yourself 🍾 lingerie is about allowing ourselves to enjoy our intimate beauty ! it is truly work of the soul . 🕊 • Descuento del 25% para compras por www.soulintimates.com Válido hasta Agosto 1 de 2018 Con el código: LUCYVIVES •
WHAT’S UP WORLD 🌎! • it’s been hard to stay active lately.. so first, i wanna say thank you for all those who have stuck around and are still rooting for me , even in my silence. . paralysis. each day my head fills with another load of ideas, projects, songs to write, movies to make, chapters to think up for the book, chapters to think up for a new book.. and honestly, some days i dont feel big enough for half my thoughts. i often wonder how on earth i still have any followers at all when i’m as distant as i am..hiding in the bone walls of my mind’s sanctuary.. moving an inch at a time, but bound to silence. there is, however, a method to this madness . see, staying afloat is some days the biggest accomplishment... sometimes it’s the most you can do, sometimes it’s the least you can do but we can’t keep expecting the whole world to swim at all times.. most importantly, we can’t expect that of ourselves. nothing good comes from rushing, nothing organic comes from obsession and all great things are worth cultivating . i may not accomplish every tiny dream i’ve ever felt compelled by, but the work i do accomplish wil be mindful and it will be real. im excited to get back to LA, back to New York, and start brainstorming some insanely wonderful ideas to share with the world. so here’s me. always , at least, afloat. 📸 @leavesyoubreathless
casual desert looks. ladies, keep your knives on you • after you learn how to use em. consent is sexy, but since that hasn’t caught on yet, self defense is also pretty damn sexy. • before y’all get on my ass about promoting violence, read again. until the violence against women of all colors, races and ages, comes to an end, i will unapollagetically promote self defense, be it physical, or verbal or legal self defense. love me some crispy grainy #filmphotography 🤤 📸 @duvan.chaves @alexanderyepess @theraggedpriest @louisvuitton