Icons

It's tough out there for an icon.   I say this as we watch some of the iconic figures from the last century lose a bit of their luster.. actually, all of it.  Cosby comes to mind....  But think about the person behind the image.  Here's Frida who is on a one name recognition basis almost globally.  Her house is a mecca.  Her writings best-sellers.  Her art has gone as viral as art can go.  And then there is the film, the fashion, the whole life story.  There's a woman in Ocotlan who looks almost exactly like Frida who runs a restaurant and is one of the most photographed people there.  She herself has become iconic.  Crazy.

I guess my thoughts try to go back to the real person, who in many respects was just like us.  They ate, the slept, they fell in love, they felt pain and loss...  Oh sure, they may have had something extra, a spark, but they were real before they became icons.  Because my life has been filled by knowing so many remarkable people, some of whom are very much little mini-icons, I always think of Frida, the person, whenever I see her face.... which is pretty much every single day.  Really!

And icons live on and on.... right Boop?  In traditional Oaxacan garb.