The queue to this museum was incredibly long, and under the scorching heat too. i stood in the heat near a corner, gazing enviously at a family holding their iced drinks and sucking on the ice, while resisting the calls of someone selling his drinks nearby.
a man calls out, selling his chapulines. he offers me some. i shake my head, grinning, but couldn’t help but peer closer before taking my phone to take another close-up shot of these interesting culinary snack.
Frida Kahlo museum – learning about her disability from young, her sweet relationship, and how Riveria cheated (ugh, reminded me of Neruda. I may be being stereotypical, but Latin men, really). I’m thankful for (my) asian man LOL.
her pallette of colours. makesme wonder what’s mine?
these tormenting thoughts
self portrit
a diorama she did
beautiful portrait
someone filled with much anguish and pain for a large part of her life
her sculpture
i loved this and wished my art friends could be here to see this. her workdesk, with her materials. i lingered over this section for some time, studying some of her materials.
quote. as passionate as Spanish can convey.
her room
i was where she stood before
1951. 69 years on since this photo. time passes in the blink of an eye. at her age, she probably never thought about death. youth is so fleeting. life is fleeting.
the clothes she wore to keep her legs hidden (polio limp)
love this museum. it reminds me of Pablo Neruda’s house in Valparaiso. i really enjoyed the visit and watching the video at the end gave me a stronger glimpse into her life. i watched the movie of Frida Kahlo on the plane (only avail in Mexico/Canada’s Netflix and not in SG, i realised!!) and it was pretty interesting.
omg miss these tacoooooos though also not really, i was almost, almost getting sick of tacos
but these. i looooooved these!!!!! guacamole
these look so good right now
pretty good too but i’ve never been much of a soggy-food person so i was kinda sad about the soggy nachos inside
miss Mexico!!!!!