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A blog for design inspiration and exploration. We journey through the vibrant worlds of art, architecture, fashion, and interior design, uncovering the stories and creativity behind some of the most captivating visual experiences. I want to share the things I love. Join me as we travel through color, form, and style and get ready to see design through a new lens.

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Ten Years of Teaching, Yes, I Still Get Butterflies Before Class

This year marks a decade since I stepped into a university classroom—not as a student, but as a professor.

I was 26. Fresh out of my second degree in Graphic Design, I was invited to teach Editorial Design and Print Production at UJMD, my alma mater and the place where I had just finished a beautiful double academic journey in Communications and Design.

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El poder no se grita: se representa

Desde los albores de la humanidad, los rituales han funcionado como tecnologías simbólicas para producir cohesión, sentido y control social. Mucho antes de que existieran los algoritmos, ya existía el fuego rodeado por cuerpos danzantes, las coronas, los anillos, las banderas. No eran adornos: eran lenguajes sin palabras.

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No era un plan, era una forma de volver: así nació Capitol Circle

Volví de DC sin saber qué quería. Solo sabía que algo en mí se había reconectado. Lo demás fue una cadena de decisiones intuitivas, clientes inesperados y una pared con un mapa.
Capitol Circle no nació con un business plan ni con un pitch deck. Nació con el corazón cansado pero con la necesidad de volver a crear desde un lugar distinto.

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The Soft Power of a Work in Progress

Sometimes ideas arrive in the quietest moments—on a random Tuesday when I’m calm enough to notice them. They don’t wait until I’m sitting at my desk, though that is where I prefer to be. My office is my refuge, a place where I can lay out the words like small offerings. But more often than I’d like to admit, I end up writing on my phone, collecting sentences before they slip away.

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