A story of women in love.
One of them is a friend I met through a social platform. She trusts in me and talks to me about being in love with another woman. She talks about being a rebel, her time in detention center, early abuse, strip clubs and what does it mean for her to feel "sexy".
Is Sexy the only form of "feminine" ? She is worried her hair is not lady-like. She loves to shave it off often.
I ask her why does she think so? What does it mean to be her? The curiosity makes me want to photograph her like a shadow.
So I do.
Excerpt from my friendship with a Puerto Rican woman from Queens, New York. She is gay and she is happy.
Work in progress.