as a fellow disabled bisexual communist I obviously love Frida Kahlo. This painting could move me to tears when I was going through the first major bouts of my illness. Doubly important to me because I was first introduced to it in a philosophy of art seminar where we were asked to submit pieces to talk about and my best uni friend, Alice, submitted this. We became inseparable shortly after.
Me as a French noir doll, courtesy of my fave artist Alexandra Yvette. Get your boo, your bestie, or your beloved a portrait — then watch “Breathless” and pretend you’re both sipping dirty martinis in her honor (her signature drink, of course).
