"The only thing I know is that I paint because I need to, and I paint whatever passes through my head without any other consideration." -- Frida Kahlo
I first discovered Frida Kahlo when I was about 13 years old. I was visiting family in Medellin, Colombia, where I am from originally. For some reason or another, my uncle wanted to make it a point to go to every tourist destination the city had to offer. Most of my trips to Colombia have always revolved around spending as much time as possible with friends and family, and I always steer clear of anything touristy so as not to seem like a visitor in my own homeland. I stand out enough being 5'10" and pale-skinned, though at 13 I was probably more like 5'6" and pasty. But I humored my uncle regardless, because as one of my favorite relatives, I didn't want to disappoint him.
I can't remember all the places we visited. There were just so many. There was the Fernando Botero museum and the aquarium and a few cathedrals. I can't even tell you where it was that I saw Frida Kahlo's 1946 painting "The Litter Dear" or whether it was even the original or just a print replica. At the time, I thought it was the original, of course.
Though I'd always appreciated art, I never really stopped to think about Hispanic artists and their contributions to not just the artistic world, but social perceptions of Latinos/Latinas in general. Frida was a bisexual, Mexican woman painting in the first half of the 20th century. Her sexuality, gender and race made her something of an anomaly amongst prominent artists of the time. But she was so strong. Despite being crippled, despite being in a ridiculously tumultuous relationship with artist and womanizer Diego Rivera (the hothead that he was), despite being in the minority, she excelled in everything that she did. It is very evident from the macabre, grim works to come out of that mind that this was a woman consumed with pain and grief and more pain. But also beauty. Pure, unadulterated beauty.
I love Frida's self-portraits -- I really do. There is nothing narcissistic about them. Nothing feigned. But "The Little Deer" -- the painting of her face on a deer's body with arrows shot through its core -- has stuck with me for 10 years. Something about it resonated with my 13-year-old self, and still with my almost 23-year-old self. Maybe the feeling of dozens of different antagonistic thoughts and people and emotions being thrown at you whilst you lose yourself a little more each time (not to be depressing, though that's impossible when discussing Frida). I just love her. I love what she represents. I love that she gave Latinas a voice at a time when Hispanic women weren't really acknowledged as anything other than sex symbols.
Anyway, rant complete. You can see why I was drawn to this dress, though. I received it a while back from amazingly talented designer Janet Zuniga of Vintage Galeria, an Etsy shop that creates custom-made pieces suited to your taste and size. The shop is all about retro rockabilly with a dark edge: think Frankensteins, deathly roses, macabre Virgin Mary's and all things Day of the Dead. I went for the halter cut because I like how it shapes my shoulders, not that you can tell because it was so chilly today that I couldn't bear to be without a jacket. I know this is more of a summer dress, but I woke up with the feeling of just needing to wear it. And consequently needing to re-watch Salma Hayek as Frida Kahlo in the biopic of her life, because Salma killed it.
|Sometimes I pull silly faces. It happens. I like it.|
|I think Paddy and I enjoyed how our shadows made an "M" shape. How Migg Mag appropriate.|
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