Stefanie Hurtado

Street Address

Brooklyn, NY

7024800059

Stefanie Hurtado

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May 6, 2013

i'm stefanie*, i was born in las vegas on the 4th of july. i'm a 23-year-old aspiring writer, photographer, life-long traveler, and amateur farmer. and i think you're really pretty.

I'm Stefanie! I'm a New York City filmmaker, photographer, traveler and writer. In love with my best friend.

For v-day we went on a long walk together to pick out a couple cuties that won’t wither and die in a couple days 🤞🏼 And tequila, of course. #dontbuymethingsthatdie #margaritas4E

NYC is officially full of slush and I am officially v over winter ✋🏼 pic of a time I almost got blown off a slushy mountain in NC, because, well, I didn’t leave my apt today 🙃 Who wants to go to the Caribbean with meee? 🙏🏼 🏝

I found one of my new favorite views of the city 🤤 thanks @rhumhamm @dearirving @alizhoteltimessquare last weekend with @juliestrain ✨

Daphne, about to walk down the aisle of trees at her parents’ farm house ✨ Belgium, 2018.

Portrait of a Dad patiently waiting to see his only daughter in her wedding dress for the first time. Belgium, 2018.

Obsessed with this classy lady at the nyc women’s march in 2017. #fromthearchives

Imagine the best version of yourself and chase that relentlessly. ✨

Diary of a girl who stubbornly took up outdoor running in the beginning of winter while refusing to buy any of the appropriate attire. Because apparently I must do all things the hard way 🤦🏻‍♀️😂 Currently feeling equal parts masochistic and proud that I still like it despite the frigid temps. Please note the stuffed animal from Ikea that I impulse purchased because it was too cute to walk away from and now David cuddles every night. 🐷

I woke up to the sound of a woman screaming on the street below. I sprang out of bed to the window to look, thinking maybe she was being murdered and I’d have to call 911. But nope, just cold. Just extremely windy and cold.
I’ve heard many more shrieks and screams coming from the street today as the howling winds no doubt pierced through whatever armor anyone could put on against it. The constant thrashing sound of trees, trash bags, and construction materials combined with the occasional subway rumbling down 7th st remind me a heck of a lot of what hurricanes sound and feel like. Earlier, I could see white caps on the East River, which was def a first.
So Winnie and I have been right here, just like this, and will attempt to resume normal life tomorrow when the winds have calmed down and the temperature doesn’t “feels like -3” 🙃

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