Seeing this combination alongside the Coyoacán side streets stopped me in my tracks because they’re the two colours I gel with hard. Blue never sat right with me. Of the 3 primary colours, Red&Yellow give me unrelenting comfort whenever I encounter them on textiles, buildings, and visuals. Warmth, heat, joy, passion, optimism. They give me those things. The car more of a general visual aesthetic, I’ve always wondered whether our attitudes to life would change in London if we were able to paint our houses the colours of the rainbow, in areas outside of Notting Hill, instead of blending in with the industrial victorian background that the city once was. Would we be putting ourselves out in the open for passersby to see? Or does colour not hold that kind of power?