On Friday I hiked to the Brooklyn Museum to see the “Frida Kahlo: Appearances Can Be Deceiving” exhibit. I was thrilled to get up close to her clothing and accessories (yes, yes, she was an extraordinary painter, too.) The exhibit was glorious. Not a black legging and Canadian Goose jacket to be found.
Luckily, she died before Kondo-izing because Kahlo had a lot of stuff (and the world is better for it). Everything she wore was so vivid — the multi-tiered skirts. The square cut blouses. Those shawls (I’m definitely going to rethink how to wear a scarf.) Besotted with Kahlo’s style, the curator was kind enough to put her Revlon nail polish in its own vitrine. Come on! Is that not fabulous?
I cannot find any information on Frida Kahlo’s mother and I would like to know what she thought about her daughter’s exuberant albeit offbeat style.
(My mother hates the way I dress.)
Wonderful sense of style, I just came from Mexico City and visited her house in Coyoacan. Great woman in every sense. Luisa
Dear Luisa,
I am envious you got to see Casa Azul. The pottery by itself was fantastic. The Brooklyn Museum did a brilliant job of giving the visitor a glimpse into Kahlo’s creative spirit. Thanks for writing and reading. Appreciatively, E.
I love the way you dress!
I love your kindness and generosity.