She was flamboyant. She was extraordinary. She was remarkable. But most of all, she was memorable.

Frida Kahlo is one of the biggest sensations in the Mexican Art industry, a shockwave in the rise of feminism. Yet her story begins on the outer borders of Mexico City. Down a small street stands the Casa Azul where she and her husband, Diego Rivera, lived and worked. Painted bright blue, the building was an icon to all who lived close by as it saw visitors such as Nelson Rockefeller and Leon Trotsky. Though loud, the walls bear no embellishments. Yet once you step in, Frida ensured you were walking right into a collage of colors and patterns. Hand glazed pottery, paintings and masks, Frida never once rested even when homebound by her devastating injuries and polio. Earthen browns and warm yellow envelop you from the living room to the kitchen and dining area. In her private quarters are easels and tubes of paint strewn across the table, always just inches away for a sudden spark and a bout of artistic frenzy. Within this simple 3-winged abode, you see Frida’s touch in every corner and every addition, her eccentricity and bold colors a halo to every feature you see.