A myriad of curved roads that led me through Countries with the strongest heart beats, where the buses sway as they sweep around the bends of the Mountain sides leading me to cultures as old as the sun and as bright.
A necklace of Frida Khalo.
Stepping into the home of Frida Kahlo. Casa Azul. The first time her clothing and accessories have been on show.
When she walked the streets of Mexico, the children would run up to her and dancing around her would ask "When is the Circus coming?"She would smile and walk on.
The house of Deborah Turbeville.
I was so fortunate to have been able to visit the house of Deborah Turbeville in San Miguel de Allende. An enormous privilage of which I will always be so grateful and to those who opened their heart to me along the way.
Mexico was full of inspiration. The ways of the Aztec and the Mayans. Beyond comprehension. The finest textiles and a home to the greatest Artists.
Frida Kahlo. Diego Rivera. Edward Weston. Tina Modotti. Luis Barragan. Octavio Paz. Joaquin Santamaria. Manuel Alvarez Bravo. Lola Alvarez Bravo. Graciela Iturbide.
Travelling through places that you can't even dream of where the mist of memories lap against the days that have followed.