Pia Riverola

The photographer on her floral fascination, adapting to motherhood, and energizing indicas.


This Conversation is featured in Gossamer Volume Eight: the Space issue, which is on newsstands and available to order now.

I always wanted to be a flight attendant when I was little. I can see now that I wanted to escape from family issues I experienced when I was young. At the time I didn’t know. I was just obsessed with traveling.

I was born in Barcelona and lived there until I was 22. After I finished my studies in film, I moved to New York, and I hated it. No one seemed interested in the personal side of people, only in what they did. I didn’t connect with the city at all. I was really young and still figuring out what I wanted. Then an opportunity came to move to Mexico City. I had never been there before, but I connected instantly with the place. The people were super welcoming, the beauty of the landscape, traveling, the essence—everything was instant love.

I moved there with my boyfriend but we broke up after a year. My family was like, “You can’t stay there by yourself, Mexico City is so dangerous, blah, blah, blah.” The typical perception that everyone has of Mexico is that it’s a difficult country for a woman to be in by herself. I was like, “No, I feel like I have to stay.” It was a tough decision to make, staying there by myself. But at the same time, the best one, because I was young and the city and country gave me the opportunity to learn about myself and my work, figure out what it was that I wanted to do, explore it, and eventually do it.


Smoking indica at night... it’s like I’m in my own little world.



It’s insane that it’s legal to smoke weed but there are so many people in prison for weed.