Hi, I'm Ariana Domínguez. Born and raised in Caracas, más venezolana que la cachapa o que la arepa llanera.

There are things nobody warns you about when you leave home.

Nobody tells you that one day you'll stop saying certain words. That you'll forget little expressions your grandmother used. That you'll point with your finger instead of your lips. That "mi amor" will slowly become "sir." That coffee will become something you drink instead of somewhere you stay.

It doesn't happen all at once. It happens quietly. Little by little. Until one day you realize a small piece of home has been translated into something else.

Lost in Translation was born for those little moments. For the words that don't exist anywhere else. For the traditions that deserve another generation. For the conversations that begin with "What does that shirt mean?"

Because the shirt was never the point. The story is.

Some things shouldn't get lost in translation.

— Ariana