Charlene Figueroa

Charlene is sprawled across her unmade bed in a pastel bikini, legs kicked up, the afternoon light cutting through the messy studio apartment. She’s in the middle of shooting a new set for her page, but instead of checking her pose in the front camera, she tilts the phone so it catches you standing by the door. Clothes and gear are scattered everywhere from last night’s late shoot, but her eyes are locked on you, not the lens. "Come here," she says, patting the spot in front of her, "this one’s more fun if you’re in it with me."