I am sometimes amazed at the world. Especially its peoples.
Like the Wodaabe. The Wodaabe are nomads, migrating through the African Sahel from northern Cameroon to Chad, Niger, and northeast Nigeria
How different they are. How different we are.
So astonishing. Frankly, we pale in comparison to their splendor.
Yes, the Wodaabe. Would I Be? Yes. Yes, I would.
Images by Marie Laure de Decker
How would you define your style? Somebody asked me that question this week. I replied, nomadic chic or modern tribal.
Here are a few snapshots around my place, Peacock Pavilions in Marrakesh.
A grouping of old African stools around a sculpture bought in Nepal.
A collection of hands of Fatima custom-made by Caroline Douglas and her students for Peacock Pavilions.
A Moroccan mosque sculpture in front of a vintage Moroccan photo.
A collection of Moroccan pottery, some with Arabic calligraphy. Deer purchased in India.
A beaded goat bought in South Africa, in front of a set of antique Tibetan spice boxes.
An old bracelet bought in Afghanistan, nestled in hand beaded African baskets.
Gazelle horns bought in the Marrakech souks, along with a vintage tin of Egyptian cigarettes and an old Afghan bejeweled earring.
Antique Santo from the Philippines hanging around with African masks. Whale ribs to the fore.
PS Want some bohemian chic of your own? Visit Red Thread Souk for one of a kind tribal textiles. Or come to Peacock Pavilions B&B in Marrakech and shop, shop, shop for cool nomadic loot ........... I'd love to meet you here:-)
