Estefania López 

Strategy Director  | Brand & Comms


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  1. Wells Fargo. Money Logic
  2. Carnival. Find your Fun Again
  3. Ikea. Chaos ends at home
  4. Exito. The City of Disadvantage
  5. Tecate. The Handbook for Real Men


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This is a personal editorial space for close looking. I pay attention to fashion, photography, art, beauty, and culture as structures we live inside. I share reflections and references from what moves me. Find me on substack at @estefanialopez



Faye Dunaway by Terry O'Neill. A Glimpse of Glory. Among the vast oeuvre of Terry O'Neill, a singular piece that stands as one of his most popular and enduring snapshots: the photograph of Faye Dunaway in the hazy aftermath of her Academy Award win. This immortalized moment, aptly titled "The Morning After," offers a glimpse into the private world of Hollywood royalty as Dunaway basks in the glow of her triumph.

A Fantasy Broken by Naked Women

This one is about nudity, aging, and what happens when the fantasy of the female body collapses up close.




Being 34 means different things, because of course it has to mean something. Whether it’s good or bad—usually bad, obviously—it can’t mean nothing. It can’t just be a regular number. Fuck no. We have to keep track of numbers and, more often than not, feel bad about them. Time is loaded with its own range of meaning, and this time, for me, it meant how long I had been absolutely unaware of what the body of a woman really is. Thirty-four years believing I knew. It took half an hour in a European sauna to witness my terrible ignorance. Read The Full Essay


The Land of Short Sentences

A version of “your place or mine?” but between continents.



I find myself thinking about cultural differences more often than not. I’m obsessing over which parts of us and our worldview are inherent to the place we grow up in and which ones are just mere traits of our character or the sum of our family history. The short answer is all of them, of course, but I am deeply intrigued by what is universal and what is not, what is exclusively mine and what is just life for everyone. Which are those things nobody can bypass and everyone will experience no matter what. Read Full Essay.


What I think when I stop understanding

A quiet day in Stockholm. Set in a language that isn’t mine.



Is strangely liberating for me to not understand the language. It’s like switching off a big part of my brain and lowering the noise to almost nothing. I’m usually easily annoyed by people speaking loud -or what I perceive as loud- and by the layering of sounds happening around me.

But here, the mix of Swedish respect for personal space and my inability to decode the words floating in the air… it’s bliss. Not being able to read or listen into other people’s conversations makes everything feel unrelated to me. Disconnected. God, it feels so good. Read Full Essay.