Alright, let’s talk about Nicolas Novoa, because there are evenings when you’re casually scrolling and a guy just stops you dead in your tracks. He’s definitely one of them. Originally from Colombia, now living in Belgium, Nicolas is what my grandmother would have called “a real fine specimen.” Over the years, I’ve come to understand she was right.
This guy has everything you’d expect from a Bogotá heartthrob: golden skin, a jawline that could cut glass, thick eyebrows that almost meet, those half-closed hazel eyes that check you out the moment his phone camera starts rolling. Lean build, not a bodybuilder at all — more model than athlete. His abs are there without making you want to count them, flat stomach, neck slender enough that you can imagine the rest of his proportions without being wrong.
Quick story. Last year, one-night layover in Brussels for a friend’s wedding, we ended up at La Cage in the lower part of the city. Three beers later, I notice two Colombians getting hit on simultaneously by some clumsy Belgian guy in his forties. They respond to each other in Spanish, smile politely at the guy, and leave ten minutes later without making any promises. That’s exactly the attitude I find in Nicolas’s photos: the politeness of someone who knows he’s being watched. Nobody needs to insist, he already gets it.
Details that catch my attention: a floral sleeve tattoo on his left arm, black and gray patterns that go almost down to his wrist, without being aggressive. A small, discreet earring. Short black haircut on the sides, longer on top, perfectly maintained. And then that thick cock he shows off without much ceremony in some shots — no staged semi-erection, just a guy undressing halfway for his phone camera because it’s Sunday afternoon and he needs to pass the time.
Bonus points for that slightly absent look he has in most of his pics. Parted lips, heavy eyelids, like he just woke up from a nap and someone interrupted him in the middle of a good dream. This nonchalance, mixed with a body you don’t want to stop looking at, gives the whole thing an almost hypnotic quality. You reopen his photos three times, for no particular reason, because that’s precisely what Nicolas Novoa is for: to make you come back.
