A little Moroccan beauty, a little Marrakesh serenity, a little Red City inspiration....Such a lovely way to start off the week, courtesy of Architectural Digest. A private 18th century riad oasis deep in the city.....
Architectural Digest, former home of Chilean artist, Claudio Bravo. Renovated by Ahmad Sardar-Afkhami. Photography by Simon Upton
Growing up, my mother was the best dressed woman I knew. Petite and Iranian, she had her clothes tailored to match her size 2 frame. She fit into the sample sizes and took advantage of designer sales in a hundred mile radius. Unlike the other mothers in our relaxed Westchester New York community who lived in tennis skirts, my mother was always dressed stylishly, her thick mane of black hair coiffed, her make up impeccable. Her closet was also a place of childhood fascination -- the closets opened to well ordered perfection, with clothes categorized and pressed, ostrich and snakeskin handbags lined up, shoes kept in their original boxes.
In the winter, my bedroom is command central at Peacock Pavilions. You can see it here.
I love to cozy into a beautiful bed with crisp sheets, my laptop, and endless cups of coffee. And adding the ultimate layer of warmth and glamour is the Moroccan wedding blanket, or handira and a super chic Beni Ouarain carpet.
I'll take my patterns with my patterns, please.
I love color, but {dare I say it?}, I love patterns even more. They feel like a secret code, like a hidden language, like a mystery waiting to reveal themselves. And that is especially true about Moroccan, Berber and Islamic patterns. Why? Because they are not just beautiful, they have a purpose and meaning.
