In the Spring time, blooming, blooming everywhere...
Morocco's roses.
And with a twist of a tie...
just for you.....
Please, I insist.
I'm afraid he's not included. My powers remain limited.
PS In my book there's a whole chapter on Moroccan gardening and outdoor spaces. So it might be blooming blooming Moroccan-style at your place, too:-)
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It's been years. But I still succumb to their beauty. every. single. time.
Moroccan lanterns.
Made with the tiniest saw blades, with the most careful chisels, with the most precise hammers. Made by master craftsmen with the most patient hands.
These are no ordinary lights. Oh no. This is ambiance hanging from a chain -- the streams of light, tattooing the walls, the ceiling, the floor.
So you can buy those Ikea lights, those plastic globes, those prefab sconces. Or you can buy.... Moroccan magic.
I side with magic every time.
PS There is a Moroccan shopping resource section in my book. So you can have some Moroccan magic of your very own.
There's something about Morocco that gets under your skin. It's not because it's all lovely (because there's plenty of gritty, too). But it has a certain quality that's, well, unforgettable. Something like that song you can't get out of your head or that perfume that still lingers in the air or that boyfriend who continues to provoke feelings long after you've broken up.
Morocco stays with you.
It stayed with film maker Sofia Coppola. She came back to Marrakesh to shoot a new commercial for H&M and Marni. Filmed at my friend Freck Vreeland's house in the Palmeraie, with its beautiful pool designed by Freck's wife, Vanessa. {Freck said Sofia was the kind of person who could hear a sneeze from across the room and always said "Bless you"}.
Listen to Sofia's back story shooting the commercial here.
I didn't mean to fall in love. No, I didn't mean to fall in love. You see, prior to Morocco, there was Namibia. A place where the sun was so strong that I had to squint to see the stretches of desert, colorless and stark. The cities and towns were quiet and organized, neat and tidy. Everything seemed to have its place. Even the sand dunes were perfectly arranged.
And then..... then came Morocco. And with it, all of its gorgeous madness. All of its colors, all of its patterns, all of its textures. Its souks bursting to overflowing. Its houses opening to secret gardens and fountain filled courtyards. Arches and tiles cascaded as far as the eye could see. Rooms were decorated with a kind of seductive loveliness that was as tantalizing to me as the endless cups of Moroccan mint tea
And I wanted to share some of that with you, you see. I wanted to give you some Marrakesh. So you could put it in your pocket. So you could take it home with you. So you could add a little Marrakesh to your own living room or bedroom or kitchen. If I couldn't lure you to Morocco then I wanted to lure Morocco to you.
So here it is. Yes, here it is. My book. Marrakesh by Design, to be published by Artisan Books.
Available now for pre-order. At IndieBound. Amazon. At Barnes & Noble. Please, oh please like it. {I think you will. I wrote it -- and photographed it -- with you in mind:-)}
