07/06/2025
Happy Birthday to Frida Kahlo! 🎉🌶️🍉
My grandmother, Lucienne, and Frida became best friends in their early 20s, and it was intense from the start. Their first interaction was classic Frida. She walked right up to my grandmother, who had been deep in conversation about frescoes with Diego, stared her in the face, and said, “I hate you.” My grandmother thought it was the most unusual and exciting introduction imaginable. They were inseparable after that.
Frida wasn’t easy. She was fiery, moody, funny, brutally honest, and deeply loyal. Lucienne could match her energy, and Frida knew it. They drank tequila with lemon and salt, bought marbles and silly trinkets, and made each other laugh when Frida felt everything was falling apart.
They didn’t have decades together, but the years they shared were filled with enough stories to fill a whole book. One which I’m currently working on.
Frida would cuss out the elevator boys, watch the apes at the zoo for hours, and see the same movies again and again. There was grief, art, chaos, and a kind of friendship that shaped my grandmother for the rest of her life.
Frida even became the godmother to her first child. She left behind a legacy, but also a string of real, gritty, human memories that my grandmother shared with me often.
📷 Frida with Doily on her Head, photograph by Lucienne Bloch. DM for info on signed, collectible prints.