Oaxaca is a place where culture doesn’t just survive—it lives boldly in the streets. You can see it in the clothing that reflects a person’s community and ancestry, in the structures that hold their history, and in the food that feels more rooted and traditional than Mexico City.
There’s a pride here—quiet, steady, and unwavering. A devotion to tradition that feels almost rare in a world that keeps rushing forward.
These photographs are my attempt to honor that feeling… the colors, the craftsmanship, the stories that Oaxaca still wears out loud.