Hello Dreamers,

Last night, I embarked on an adventure that was as exhilarating as it was transformative. Picture this: Arena Puebla, a place steeped in tradition and raw energy, and me, stepping into its vibrant chaos for the very first time. This wasn't just another event; it was Lucha Libre, Mexico's iconic wrestling spectacle, where passion and performance collide in a symphony of color and sound.

I flew to Mexico, and as I arrived, there was an electric buzz in the air, a promise of something spectacular. I walked into the arena wearing six-inch heels and a sleek leather trench, a nod to my fashion roots, yet ready to embrace a new persona. The mask I wore was a blazing scarlet masterpiece, with turquoise waves and gold embroidery that seemed to tell a story of its own. As I lowered it over my face, a hush fell over the crowd, and in that heartbeat of silence, I felt a transformation.

When the beat dropped, “¡CHIKI CHIKI!” reverberated through the arena, and suddenly, the air was alive with chaos. Confetti cannons erupted in my exact shade palette, and a luchador soared behind me, perfectly timed like a comet streaking across the night sky. There I stood, under the spotlight, biceps flexing, sweat glistening like diamonds, and my mask glowing as if I had captured the sun itself.

The photos from last night are surreal, dreamlike. They capture a moment that feels more like a Vogue Mexico x Lucha Libre collaboration than reality. I've closed Fashion Week shows in silence, but last night, I closed an arena with the roar of thousands, and it was empowering beyond words. The runways taught me the art of the walk, but Arena Puebla taught me to stand tall, to embrace the world’s fervor as it screamed my name.

In this arena, I found a different kind of crown. It was a crown not of jewels, but of applause and adrenaline, of sweat and spirit. Same girl, different crown, and oh, what a crown it is! The trench may make another appearance someday, but that mask? It’s now a part of me, a symbol of this new chapter.

As I reflect on this unforgettable night, I am reminded of the power of embracing new experiences, of stepping beyond our comfort zones to discover facets of ourselves we never knew existed. It’s these moments that make life rich and full. So, Dreamers, I urge you to find your own Lucha Libre moments, to wear your masks and become whoever you want to be, even if just for a night.

Chiki Chiki, babies. Your new reina just leveled up.

Besos rojos,

Victoria