Whoa, last summer in Oaxaca the street scene was wild—kids and adults all draped in hand‑painted jackets that looked like walking murals. Every color, every pattern felt like the city’s heartbeat. It’s like the whole town turned into a living art gallery, and I was just soaking it all in.

They didn’t even stop to ask—just walked right into the chaos, soaking up the colors, the music, the laughter. I just followed the beat and let the vibe spill into my own style. It was pure, spontaneous, like the town was saying, “Join us, no passport needed!”