Travel: Bermuda 2018: The Right Colors

You know that feeling where you’re somewhere new, and all restrictions go out the door? Well, that was definitely my mindset for this vacation. The twins were out and breathing! I guess they wanted to feel that Bermudian breeze.
Getting around Bermuda was pretty easy, not only was everyone extremely helpful and friendly…. the offline map I downloaded before landing has been on point! (See more tips for traveling here.) I’m roaming around everywhere like this is my home town. Except there are no angry New Yorkers anywhere, yay!

Kat and I roamed Saint George’s, really wanting to see the famous unfinished church. It has these gorgeous archways with no ceiling covering anything. The beautiful blue sky shines between each pillar. The church was never finished and it’s now used for events like weddings…. check this out. I’m sure it’s a pretty penny, but those wedding pictures will be completely worth it! (Look at me talking, like I even have a boo)
We tried our best to peak through different archways. We couldn’t really get in. We ran over to St. Peter’s Church real quick, where I figured my boobs needed to be covered a bit.. luckily for me Kat had a shirt I could throw over my dress before going in. The church seemed old and small.
Soon enough we were running back to Town Hall. We saw a posting for a glass-bottom boat tour and we wanted every single part of it. We were escorted to the boat that was waiting for us, already inside were two ladies who we found out later were from Jersey. We also met Philip, aka as Phoopa and his skipper.
Oh my, guys… let me tell you how amazing this experience was. The wind was blowing in our faces, the little droplets of water hit our skin, the sun is beaming, the music is blasting while we’re in the open sea. We stop by a drive though sort of thing, but for boats. Kat and I order a 6 pack of beer. The girls across from us do the same after thinking about it twice.
Phoopa gives us some history about Bermuda, and then proceeds to tell us why he’s considered everyone’s uncle. After a few minutes of spending time with him, I can see exactly why. He is so endearing and his energy is just gravitating.
In the water we see the famous golden mermaid, it’s a tiny statue that sticks out of the water. Phoopa doesn’t really explain how it got there, and once I got home and started googling, I had no luck either. My only guess is that it’s from one of the shipwrecks, and that tiny piece just happens to be sticking out. There are so many shipwrecks here, I had so much fun trying to find different boats in the water. I’m sure it wasn’t that fun for the poor sailors who had to abandon ship.
Phoopa kept playing Chronixx’s song, I Can…. this was the first time I heard it.. and it wasn’t the last. The song was on repeat the whole time and I wasn’t complaining. By the time the 3-hour tour was over, Kat and I knew all the lyrics. It was so catchy!
When the tour was over, Phoopa dropped us off at The Grotto Bay Resort. Our Airbnb host provided us with towels, and luckily for us, it matched the hotel’s perfectly. Which only meant we blended right in. We walked about 15 feet until Kat realized she forgot her phone on the boat. She had left it charging near the captain’s steering wheel. We remembered Phoopa had mentioned he had an evening cruise pick up, and we ran back to luckily see him there. He put on his favorite song and we danced while at the dock. He invited us back into the water, and mentioned how much he liked our energy, this sunset cruise will be on the house… or (cough cough on the boat) We gladly said yes, and hopped right back in the boat!
Though we didn’t get to see the sunset because it was pretty overcast, I didn’t think anything could compete with the view we had in the morning.
Bermuda at night is magical. The stars were shining so bright in that dark sky. I kept looking up, and was just awe at how breathtaking life is. God, I’m so lucky.
Phoopa threw the anchor in the water, and his handy skipper jumped in to bring the boat a little closer to shore. We all stripped down, and he explained a workaround on one of the Bermudian Laws. It’s illegal to come up to land on a private beach in Bermuda….. but not by open waters!
We pulled up to the private island, that we passed by earlier and was filled with models. The clothing brand Revolve was there earlier, and all I saw was beautiful people in bathing suits playing volleyball and blasting music. Now the tiny beach was empty, silent, gorgeous pink sand just staring back at me.
Yes, you read that right, the pink sand was absolutely gorgeous. It’s not as vibrant as we see in pictures, but from far you see the pink tones glisten, and from up close, when you hold the sand in your hands you see the tiny little pink sand blended with the beige sand and it just looks so cool! The sand feels like cotton on the bottom of our feet.
Phoopa screamed at me” You’re wearing the right colors!” and I laughed and said, ” I keep getting that, I don’t get it” He told me there was a big cricket game going on, and the team everyone roots for is blue. When he saw Kat step out the boat with a red bathing suit, he yelled out” Omg, what are you wearing!?” She could only yell back, “I didn’t know!”
This has to be what a Yankees and Red Sox fans feel like.

Photo Journal: Softball Sundays


Another day, another game. It’s Sunday and that means it’s time to play ball.
The men have their shorts on, and their shirts off— some of them at least.
The sun is blazing, and this time I managed to stay a little longer than the last Sunday. Especially since I was doing my best going back and forth in between the field and my family’s house for a small barbecue that was happening. Let’s just say that my bike gave me enough of a work out.
My camera has been loving the attention I’ve been giving it lately, and I have to admit, I missed her as well — and yes, my camera is she.
My telephoto lens came in clutch allowing me to grab details of the players. I love when I get capture movement and even more when the images tell a story.












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Photo Journal: Kat’s Picnic for Two

3E4A3597   One of the beautiful things in the world to me, is the radiance of a woman who’s transitioning into a new stage of motherhood.
One of my dearest friend’s Kat is expecting, and her and her spouse couldn’t be happier. Due to these past couple of months being a rough in the world, we’ve stayed away from each other as recommended, but I love having girl dates.
I think making time for your girlfriends is essential. They’re the ones that listen to all your troubles, make you laugh and are with you every step of your journey, so why wouldn’t I go out of my way to do a little something simple, like plan a picnic.
We made our way to the most obsolete part of the park, 6 feet had nothing us today. Our speaker was blasting reggeaton, while we caught up on everything that’s going on in our lives at the same time. Where do you even begin?
For me that was a little easy, as my trusty camera was ready. But let’s be clear this photo session was not planned, not even a little a bit… but I was eager to document some part of her journey— even if I was a little late, and even if she’s almost due.
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Photo Journal: Sundays Are For Softball



Phase 2 during quarantine, means we’re trying to soak up as much sun as possible. Everyone has been stuck inside, and we needed to stretch our legs a bit.
A friend Leny, always goes out of her way to plan a good time for all of us. This time, a nice relaxing game of softball was what we need to get the good times rolling.
The sun was not shy today, and neither was my camera. I missed photographing natural movements, those candid shots that tell a story.
I clipped my camera to my backpack, grabbed my bicycle and got to riding.
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Travel: Chicago 2019

Me and my grand ideas.
I was hanging out with my little brother watching wrestling, roaming on my phone while I hear the announcements of body slams and choke holds. Round trip flight to Chicago for the cheap. I ran across the room to get my debit card and booked without even thinking about it—- for a day.
Yup, you read that right!
Why spend the weekend in NY spending money doing something I can do any time, when I can spend my money someplace new?
I message Kat in the morning with a text a little something like this ” Want to go to some museums and eat deep dish pizza this weekend?”
Her and Ed’s flight were booked a few minutes after. Gotta love it!
The invitation was extended to more friends, Kika, Frankie and Cesar were all ready to go.. and I was ready to plan it all out.

We arrived at the airport, everyone had a backpack stuffed with whatever we would need for a quick overnight trip. Technically, we’ll be arriving Saturday morning, and roaming around the city the the whole day, Then checkin in to our Airbnb, and roaming a bit Sunday morning before our flight right back home.
Yes, we were exhausted.
But it was all worth it.

Check out our adventure below… hoping we have many more!

Photo Journal: Prosper And Be In Good Health

“New beginnings” doesn’t always mean starting over. Sometimes it means looking at what you already have and tackling it from a different perspective. Being grateful for how it exists, and rediscovering how it can be better.
One of my biggest goals this year is to learn how to –self care– I want to be able to have a healthy body, mind and soul. I don’t want things, people or situations to dictate my responses or actions. I am in control of me. And you are in control of you.
All of our goals no matter how different, tend to fall into a similar category, being a better version of yourself.
I hope you all prosper and become better versions of yourselves in 2019, 20, 21 or no matter how long that journey may take you. .

Take longer baths, listen to that music a little louder, drink more water, dance in the rain, say more “thank you’s” and less “sorries”, hug people more, be kind, eat better, call your mom more, make better decisions and most definitely surround yourself with people who make you feel good.

Photography: Pink Lemonade

   Honestly, I’ve been slacking a lot when it comes to the Bermuda posts. It’s just been so much to go through, and as soon as I got back I’ve been bombarded with work and gigs… not that I’m complaining. I love when I get new clients. It gives me the opportunity to create something new, and challenge myself. Let’s not forget bringing joy to someone else in capturing a memory they can cherish forever.
I have so much to share with you guys, for now… Here’s a little  snippet from Bermuda. Kat and I stopped by Bailey’s Ice Cream Parlor and their small shop is so cute and colorful, I couldn’t resist in ordering Kat around and making her pose for me!
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Family: Fractured & Hungry



A couple of weeks ago now, my brother was hit by car. By the grace of God, he’s with us alive and well, just limping a little bit. Since he’s been on bed rest for a little while, and probably bored out of his mind–One of his close friends, Alex wanted to throw him a little barbecue to get him out of the house… even if it may it be only a few feet away.
It was a nice night, and such a nice gesture. I woke up early to  clean the back yard a bit, and a few moments later, Alex and I were in Costco stocking up on supplies (and yes I made him push me in the cart all over the store)
Here’s to happy healing, and being grateful for blessings,

Photo Journal: The Grimey Ones Art Show

Graffiti will always have a place in my heart. When I was younger and in grade school I will draw the names of my peers on notebook paper and sell it to them for $1. In highschool, I learned what a black book was. Every lunch period all the guys will take out their books, the lunch tables will be covered in markers, and everyone will trade books, drawing and hitting them up. After high school I found my scene with a small graff crew, and it was spray painting season from there on out.
Though I don’t dabble anymore, since I  have grown to exercise the freedom of finding different canvases—like I mentioned before, graffiti lives in  my soul. When I saw the invitation for one of my friend’s work that will be displayed, I didn’t even ask questions. I knew I had to go, and just ‘pop up’ and that I did. I haven’t seen them in a couple of years, so I decided to stay quiet, jump on the Metro North and find my way to Connecticut.
The show was great and I had the pleasure of not only reconnecting with old friends, but making new ones as well.
Thanks again for having me!

Travel: Nikki’s Bachelorette Party and My New Orleans Tips

It’s time to celebrate, and there’s no better place (except maybe Vegas) to have a girls trip, let alone a Bachelorette Party!
Nikki is tying the knot and this trip to New Orleans was all about her. Since she was one the  of last to arrive, it was pretty easy setting up the room to havethe cliche dicks everywhere. I mean, everywhere. There were curved penises, penises with flowers, the words “cock” and “dong”  plastered over the walls, the coffee table. everywhere.


One of our first stops was for a burlesque show, where we met the very sexually aware, in control, cool and free spirited Sweet Pea.  The show was great, the crowd was loving it. If you’re planning a trip to the Big Easy, you should definitely make plans to stop by and see a show, or two. You won’t regret seeing that kind of artistry.
Sweet Pea as charming as she was invited us to a burlesque class she was teaching in the morning. Who knows if we were even going to make that?
We were off to the second stop, and not the last of the night.
We roamed the infamous Bourbon Street, and it was like a crazy college party everywhere you turned. Drinks, loud music, dancing, laughing, and some weird guy in the corner asking you to take your top off.


Bourbon Street was nice, but I was enjoying Frenchmen street a bit better. It was less chaotic, and you had way more preferences of music.  Everywhere you turned there was a different story being told. One of my favorite things about street photography is the ability of catching people in the moment in their element. This poor girl in the image below, is the depiction of how I did not want to be this weekend.
I had a few drinks here and there, but I was basically the only one not drinking. The older I get, the more I’ve grown to know that my body cannot handle it the way I used to when I was in my early twenties.
I hope this beauty got home safe.
Moving on….

This Carousel bar was gorgeous, and even though I vowed to get a gorgeous shot of the whole thing… I underestimated the power of tourists. It’s so beautiful though, so if you’re ever in New Orleans, stop by this hotel bar and go check it out, just prepare yourself because you might not get a seat.

The Voodoo Museum was also a nice place to stop by. It is extremely tiny. You will have to suck in your stomach a bit to let other’s pass by you. But it’s a sight to see. You get to learn about, the history, rituals, and Voodoo Queens. There’s even an alter where you can give your ‘offering”.
I love learning about different cultures like voodoo, santeria (read about that from my trip to Cuba HERE) but I’m very careful to not touch anything, or even say anything crude. I walk in with the best intentions to not offend any spirits. I don’t need any bad juju on me.


The most recognized drink… the one you see in all the movies. The Grenade. We stopped by Tropical Isle on Bourbon Street and Jenn ordered a round for all the girls. This drink is a blend of gin, melon liqueur, rum and who knows what else. The first few sips are really good, but I couldn’t finish it on  my own. But that’s just me.
Yes, you can walk around New Orleans with a drink in your hand, which probably explains why everyone  is always so cheerful and inviting. Just make sure it’s in a plastic container and not glass, because you don’t want a $250 fine. And yes, it’s enforced.

One of my favorite things about New Orleans had to be the houses. Every single home was a different color than the one next to it. I want to live in a colorful world! New York can be so grey sometimes. If you have time to wander and roam a little out of the touristy spots, a 10 minute walk can take you to Dauphine Street, or any of the streets near it. It’s a quiet neighborhood and just gorgeous at people  bird house watching. If that’s even a thing.
If you’re looking for ghost tours or cemetery tours and are debating if you should do it…. yes, do it.
I’m one that loves to wander alone, but many times I walk right past something and have no idea if it even means anything. It’s so nice to have someone putting in the pieces of the story for you. There are so many to do, and they’re super cheap. We used NOLA ghost riders for our St. Louis cemetery tour.  Ans yes, we were all pretty much swooning at house handsome our guide was, hubba hubba.


The street cars are too cute not to mention, like c’mon. Though I didn’t get to ride with the girls. (I arrived a day earlier than everyone else, see that post HERE.) I got to ride with Grace. The lines are super easy to figure out. Hey, any public transportation is easy if you know how to read the NYC MTA maps. My advice, download the app RTA go mobile. It’s free to download, you have access to the map, and you can even get a 24hour day pass to ride around for only $3 bucks.


Check us out, we actually got to make it to that Burlesque class. We had no idea what we were in store for. When Sweet Pea saw all of us show up, her  face was shocked “You girls actually came!”  We were in a room filled with women of all ages and sizes and there was something  so beautiful of it all. I was feeling super fat and not feeling my cutest at all. Burlesque is about feeling sexy and that was the farthest thing on my mind. But today we got to learn it’s not about looking sexy, it’s about feeling sexy. There’s power in how you treat yourself, in how you view yourself. Your body is a gift and you should be in awe of that.
We tried out some exercises and we all broke out of our shell really quickly, even some of us on the shy side.
You can find some classes HERE

Next on our list was to get out of the city for a bit. Our tour had our pick up included, so in the morning we just threw on whatever and headed out the door. I was  not a happy camper about meeting up at 10am, when we only got home (our hotel)  like 4 hours ago. I’m such a grouch with no sleep.
The ride was about an hour in, I told myself I would power through and take pictures of the view, but the only thing I wanted to was the inside of my eyelids…… zzzzzzz…

I absolutely loved this experience and it was such a nice change of pace from drinking and dancing all night. The swamp tour was everything, especially with that nice relaxing breeze hitting you in the face.
We got to make some new friends too.  This is Piggy Smalls, and he’s such a people person. He loved coming up to the boat and put on a show for us, someone loved all the attention!
If you’re interested, we used Cajun Encounter  Swamp Tours.
I ended up buying some cute reptilian souvenirs for my niece and nephew. 

This trip was a great get away from real life. Not to mention, how hard we partied in honor of our bride to be. If you’re going to New Orleans, I hope  my little rant has been helpful.

Thank you to all the girls, Nikki, Pia, Cintia, Jenn, Samantha, Bianka for making this a wonderful adventure.
See you guys soon!