KATHERINNE RODRIGUEZ

Valentine’s Day doesn’t always have to mean crowded restaurants, roses wrapped in plastic, or champagne under city lights. Sometimes the most romantic moments happen right at home — barefoot, sun-kissed, and surrounded by nature.  This year, I celebrated Valentine’s in my own little paradise with my sweetest companion, Molly 🐾 and a fiery red bikini by Andi Bagus that felt like love stitched into fabric. The day began softly, with golden sunlight filtering through the tall t

Manzanillo has a way of revealing its stories slowly. You feel them first in the humidity on your skin, then in the sound of waves colliding with rusted steel, and finally in the colors—impossible blues, oxidized oranges, graffiti bleeding into the sea. This shoot happened right there, at the wrecked ship in Manzanillo , where time, salt, and art coexist in a beautiful kind of decay. The ship stands half-submerged, stubborn and poetic. Once functional, now transformed into a

Some beaches don’t need a name. They don’t need a pin on Google Maps, a sign, or a crowd to prove they’re magical. They simply exist — quietly, wildly, and perfectly hidden… like they were meant to be found only by the ones who truly feel the Caribbean. This day on the southern Caribbean coast of Costa Rica was exactly that: a secret stretch of sand where the jungle leans over the ocean, the trees grow low and twisted, and the light filters through the leaves like nature’s

There are some pieces that aren’t just “cute swimwear.” They’re a statement. A mood. A memory you can wear. And this one? The iconic Sex & Candy bottom by Naked Tiger  is exactly that. I wore it on the Caribbean coast of Costa Rica , where the ocean kisses the sand softly, the jungle grows wild and unapologetic, and the sunlight hits your skin like it was designed for golden-hour photography. This wasn’t just a beach day… it felt like a scene from a movie—raw, tropical, and a

Christmas has always carried a dual energy for me: nostalgia and rebellion. Tradition wrapped in desire. Softness meeting instinct. And this year, I chose to celebrate it exactly where I feel most myself—bare, playful, and unapologetically alive. This Christmas moment unfolded indoors, beside a towering tree dressed in deep green foliage, warm golden lights, and oversized red bows that felt almost ceremonial. The setting was intimate and glowing, a quiet contrast to the heat

Corcovado is not a place you simply visit — it’s a place that strips you down to what’s real. The jungle doesn’t ask who you are, what you do, or where you’re going next. It just breathes, moves, and exists. And if you’re present enough, it lets you exist with it. This moment in Corcovado, Costa Rica, happened in that quiet space between sun and shade, between saltwater skin and fresh coconut, between movement and stillness. Corcovado feels raw and untouched in a way that’s r

There are days in the Caribbean that feel like they’re made of color—where the light, the air, and the rhythm of the ocean come together in perfect harmony. This day was exactly that. A turquoise day. A day where the shade of my one-piece bikini didn’t just match the beach… it became the mood. The beach was quiet, wrapped in that soft morning haze the Caribbean does so well. Behind me, the jungle swayed with slow confidence—palm leaves dancing in the wind, branches whispering

There’s something magical about Santa Monica on a windy, sun-kissed afternoon. The sky turns into a flawless canvas of bright California blue, the palm trees sway like they’re dancing, and the ocean breeze wraps around you with that perfect mix of freedom and nostalgia. It’s the kind of day that makes you want to walk, breathe, smile… and of course, take photos that capture the moment exactly as it feels. This time, I spent the afternoon wandering the iconic Santa Monica boar

The magic of Uluwatu isn’t only its temples and world-class waves. Venture beneath the towering cliffs, where the sea keeps its secret corners, and everything changes. The rocks feel ancient, carved slowly by salt and time. Every texture tells a story. Every crack is the result of the ocean’s patience. Under the molten glow of golden hour, the stone walls warmed my skin as the tide breathed in and out behind me.  I wore one of my favorite little statements: a camo bikini by W

Walking through the streets of Tokyo feels like stepping into another universe — one that glows in color and hums with life at every corner. Between the buzzing vending machines, the endless rhythm of the city, and the futuristic glow that wraps the night, I felt like I was living inside a cyberpunk dream. In these photos, I’m wearing a white halter crop top  and a gray pleated mini skirt  with buckle details — a mix of sporty and edgy that matched Tokyo’s street energy perfe

There’s something about Morning Glory that makes brunch feel like a full-blown sensory experience. From the moment you walk in, the soft shimmer of copper tones, patterned ceilings, and mid-century geometry pull you into a world that’s part retro diner, part dreamscape. I sat by the curved pastel booths under that golden light, ordering a turmeric latte and a fresh juice that matched the mood — bright, earthy, and alive. The room was humming with that San Diego weekend energ

The day I hiked Angel’s Landing in Zion National Park, Utah , felt like stepping into a living painting — cliffs carved by time, air crisp with adventure, and the kind of silence that humbles you. Each step along the narrow sandstone ridge carried not only the thrill of the climb but the reminder that nature always has the upper hand. Angel’s Landing is not just a hike — it’s an experience that commands presence. The trail ascends through a series of steep switchbacks known

Drake Bay , that far corner of Costa Rica where the jungle breathes right into the ocean. The air is alive — thick with salt, birdsong, and the whisper of trees.  I arrived early, barefoot on the riverbed, with sunlight still golden and soft enough to kiss the skin. The photos capture that exact moment — the meeting of wilderness and calm. The emerald shimmer bikini  by Andi Bagus  blends perfectly with the tones of the water and forest, a delicate contrast of texture against

There’s something magical about stepping into the lush embrace of the jungle, where every leaf seems alive and every flower blooms with intention. On this day, I let the wild greenery and bursts of hibiscus blossoms frame my mood — playful, soft, yet powerful. Surrounded by thick tropical foliage, the air felt rich and grounding. The deep greens of the jungle contrasted perfectly with the vibrant pink flowers sprinkled throughout the background. It was one of those moments wh

El Poblado isn’t just a neighborhood—it’s a vibe. A place where the pulse of Medellín meets the golden kiss of the sun, where street art collides with the jungle, and where I spent an unforgettable day exploring, shooting, and soaking up every drop of that Colombian glow. My day began where I feel most at home—in the sky. The rooftop of my stay in El Poblado offered the perfect view of Medellín’s bold cityscape and surrounding mountains. As the sun began its descent, the sky

Jungle Reflections: A Serene Escape to Playa Chiquita’s Natural Pools There’s something sacred about the moment when ocean and jungle kiss — where saltwater flows through rocky veins sculpted by time, and stillness hums with life.  That’s exactly what I felt in the crystal-clear tide pools of Playa Chiquita , tucked in the heart of Costa Rica’s lush Caribbean coast. The natural pools formed between volcanic rock and soft coral are a dream come true.  At low tide, they fill wi

There’s something sacred about walking barefoot on fresh earth, surrounded by the lush symphony of the tropics. On this serene afternoon, I immersed myself in nature’s embrace—wearing nothing but a stunning beige knit dress by Flook the Label. Tucked away in the verdant heart of Costa Rica, this tropical garden felt like a living cathedral. Vines draped from towering trees, the breeze carried the scent of wet earth, and the soft sounds of distant birdsong echoed through the l

In the lush heart of the Costa Rican Caribbean, where the jungle kisses the sea and the sand is still wild and untouched, I let go of everything—expectations, noise, distractions—and tuned into pure presence. Wearing nothing but a fiery micro bikini in vivid orange , I walked barefoot along the coastline, feeling every grain of golden sand under my feet. The ocean was wild that day, dancing with waves that roared their freedom, and the sun kept peeking through the thick canop

As the Aegean breeze swirled around me, I found myself wandering the charming, narrow alleys of Mykonos Town — a place where the whitewashed walls meet vivid blue doors, and every turn feels like stepping into a postcard. This wasn’t a day for tight schedules or big plans. It was the kind of day where the wind decides your hairstyle, and the sun plays hide-and-seek between bursts of golden light and salty gusts. The streets were alive — cats napping in shaded corners, bougain

Nestled beneath the dramatic cliffs of Uluwatu, Bali, I found myself dancing with the rain on a wild, secluded beach — wrapped in nothing but the ocean breeze and the delicate threads of a fiery red crochet bikini. This photoshoot, masterfully captured by photographer Bren Stormin , was anything but conventional. As the tropical storm rolled in, the beach transformed into a cinematic backdrop: moody skies, gentle thunder in the distance, and rain cascading over the rocks like