Over the last couple of weeks I was away at my grandparents house in the middle of the mountains, in Oaxaca estate of Mexico. Although I never intended for it to be a time with no internet and mobile signal -the place really is in between mountains with a river on the side -, it really helped me to see a very different life from the one I have had in Paris and New York for so many years. Not only the concerns involve having fresh bread, fruit and vegetables from the local producers every week, but at some point the so called “first world problems” seem far away, even simpler and artificial.
While coming back to Mexico City, and just in time to celebrate the Independence day of our country, I thought how humbling was the experience of living in a small village, and how proud I felt of Mexico. Indeed, the political situation and current government decisions are so poor and weak, yet the excitement of celebrating this day made me realize how satisfying it is to discover and embrace your actual roots. I have always been extremely passionate about the food and the artisanal clothing made in Mexico, and I feel that a duty of every single person is to preserve and communicate the things that at some point positively influenced your personality and path in life. Personally, it even gave me a clearer direction of my goals and future plans.
Resembling a bit of Frida Kahlo, I wore a handmade huipil from the Istmo de Tehuantepec region in Oaxaca.
From Frida’s quotes: “Who needs feet? I have got wings to fly”
“Pies, ¿ Para qué los quiero, si tengo alas para volar?”