I know February is more than halfway over, to be totally honest I wasn’t sure I was going to write this post at all. There have been times in the past when I didn’t know how to approach this and other subjects near and dear to my heart; mostly because I questioned my own authority to speak on behalf of a community that I’m technically not a part of. But, I always tell my clients that they become their most beautiful, sexy selves by expressing vulnerability, honesty, and authenticity. So, I’m putting it all out there for them, because they put it all out there for me.
In case you couldn’t tell by my previous blogs, I’m enchanted by women of color. Black women inspire me. Being a Latin immigrant, myself, I’ve experienced what it’s like to be considered “different.” Sometimes, those experiences aren’t so great, and, sometimes, they show you how resilient you can be. I have learned so much from the Black women who trust me to take their boudoir photos because they have all emulated strength, beauty, resilience, joy, bravery, and, empowerment.
In reflection and celebration of Black History Month, and, as a gesture of love and gratitude for the Black boudoir beauties who have been my muses, I’m making a donation to The Black Women’s Agenda. And I encourage you to do the same. I’m also continuing to listen, learn, and think by sharing the stories of five Black women who have displayed confidence, beauty, grace, and fabulousness in the Silk & Lace Boudoir studio.

Miss W’s Story
The first thing I noticed about Miss W was her striking beauty. Instead of straightening her hair, she came in boasting her natural curl. The purple-frosted tips blended seamlessly with, and even heightened, the dramatic approach she opted for.

Miss S’s Story
She wanted to do a boudoir shoot first and foremost for herself. During our initial consultation and in every conversation we had thereafter, she kept bringing up the fact that this was something she would normally never do. And how it was something her friends and family would never expect her to do, either.

Miss J’s Story

Miss T’s Story
