The photographer on her floral fascination, adapting to motherhood, and energizing indicas.
AS TOLD TO PATTY CARNEVALE
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.