I can’t help it. I’m just always attracted to anything with that special Latin flavor, be it food, fashion, books or music. Está en mi sangre. I need the colors, the textures, the flavors, the sounds that remind me of the culture I grew up in and will always be the essence of who I am.
Is there really a precise moment, an accurate happening, a muse of sorts that brings forth the clarity for a moment of creation or is it just a letting go and a channeling of thoughts / wisdom /sounds /colors that just need to come out? Kind of like those free-flowing moments when you write without thinking or judging. And maybe there it is, my definition of “inspiration” — a moment on non-judgement of your creative being.
If you want to live an eventful, always surprising and changing life, think about becoming a blogger. I’m collaborating with Coffee-mate for the rest of the year and they are certainly keeping it full of surprises. This month the conversation is all about how we need to #TakeBackVanilla, changing the social conversation from “vanilla is […]