columbian girls


A few favorite shots taken from a recent family shoot I did. It was trying, but the good ones made it all the worth while. I enjoyed capturing their moments, beauty, and love.

Locations: Browns Island, Richmond, Virginia & The Virignia War Memorial, Richmond, Virginia

Me and this columbian girl been chillin and it’s fun because she’s all stron willed and makin me learn Spanish which I already sorta know I’m just bad at it. She comes over and I been cookin for her a lot when she does. She thinks I’m some kind of master chef (working in a prep kitchen for a few years has it’s romantic advantages). Anyway we had a few drinks and she was clearly feelin it so I was making her egg fried toast and we sittin all cuddled on the couch and she asks me for a friend kiss. Like the kind spainish girls greet eachother with. This was obviously a ruse because next thing I know im suckin tiddies. I stopped though. Told her I didnt wanna take advantage of her. She said okay but still wanted to kiss me so we kinda just snuggled and gave sweet kisses and she showed me how people in Columbia kiss and I showed her how Americans kiss AKA nibbling her neck.

I like this girl a lot. Totally blindsided too.

NC: This is so frustrating. Buzzfeed posted a video on Americans trying Columbian food, and one girl posted, “Well of course you like our food, we Columbians have the most amazing food and beautiful women” And people agreed with her? Where were the people who go “all girls are beautiful? How come everybody else has the luxury of praising their women’s beauty expect for us?

When I was 22 this Columbian girl dumped me. She was Colombian, and she went to University of Columbia. And she was beautiful, and she was smart…just as fast as we fell in love, she disappeared. And I knew she has just used me. She was an intellectual and I was a thug. And I just stared at the ceiling all day, remembering the first time we fucked. On my couch. In Sunnyside. After a rainstorm. On a Thursday.

Then one day after being fucked up for months, I realized something. I didn’t know her. She didn’t know me. Just because I tasted her cum and spit or could tell you her middle name or knew what record she liked, that doesn’t mean anything. That’s not a connection. Anyone can have that. Really knowing someone is something else. It’s a completely different thing, and when it happens, you won’t be able to miss it. You’ll be aware and won’t hurt or be afraid.

—  Girls’ Adam Sackler