Because Frida doesn’t walk… she flies — and takes us with her.
In a Mexican desert bathed in warm sunsets, Frida floats calmly, suspended between dream and defiance.
Her silhouette, drawn in pure, almost minimalist lines, feels like a whisper in the wind.
She dresses like the now, but her essence? Timeless.
At her side, the loyal changuito ateles joins her — partner in her flights and her silences.