Mexico City, Oaxaca & Yucatán
A Bright Thread Through the Heart of Mexico
Some places you photograph. Others you absorb slowly—through color, flavor, and stillness. For me, the Yucatán and Oaxaca fall into the latter. Over countless return trips to these regions, I’ve stopped chasing the perfect shot and started listening instead—to the cadence of market mornings, to the burn of habanero, to the kind of light that makes even shadows feel generous.
Oaxaca continues to pull me in with its layered traditions and contemporary edge. The food, of course—but also the craftsmanship, the people, and the raw creative energy running through every block. And the Yucatán? That’s a rhythm of its own. Boat rides through quiet estuaries. Salt flats and flamingos. Hammocks at midday. A slower Mexico, defined by water and sky.
And then finally, CDMX. After all my trips to Mexico, I only recently made it to the capital. This trip was all about the food—and Mexico City delivered. From world-renowned restaurants to tiny neighborhood gems, nearly every meal was a highlight. We stayed in a beautiful home tucked away in Coyoacán, a neighborhood that’s equal parts art, history, and soul. Museums, long walks, street vendors—this wasn’t just a food trip, it was a full sensory reset.


























































