Marrakesh: and a tale of hope and trepidation

My phone rang.  It was Marrakesh Fed Ex saying I had a package.  

Thank you, I said and I hung up.  

I sat there then for a moment, for several moments, the phone 

in my hand.  

I could hear a bird singing persistantly outside my window.  

But I was quiet.

Later, my son called me from Fed Ex.  

Mom, can we open it up?  he asked. 

No, I replied.  Please don't.  

I want to open it myself, I said.  

In its sturdy cardboard box, the package feels heavy in my hand.  

Like something, maybe, substantial.  

Inside is the first copy of my book, Marrakesh by Design.  

The kind people at my publisher, Artisan Books, sent it to me 

as quickly as they could.  

I feel a strange sort of trepidation about opening it.  

You see, I'm so hoping for 100 points of light.

Please, oh please...let it be so. 

*********************************************************************************

Note: Want to receive My Marrakesh in your inbox?  Subscribe here.

Marrakesh: and a floral tale

Growing up, my mother loved flowers and gardening.  She spent endless amounts of time outside with pruners in hand, clipping and shearing.  Weekends were passed at nurseries and mulling over seed packets.  Bulbs would be forced and annuals selected with care. 

Once my brother and I were safely ensconced in school, my mother decided to further her own studies and become a doctor.  But even after she had graduated from medical school and ran her own thriving practice, she would periodically threaten to quit and become a florist, just for the heady pleasure of mingling with blossoms all day long. 

PS I took these images at the Four Seasons Hotel in Marrakech where I had the good fortune of arranging flowers with Jeff Leatham for an afternoon {followed by a surreptitious glass of champagne and pillaging of mini bar cashews}.  Jeff has done many celebrity weddings, including Chelsea Clinton's, and is hilarious! During our flower arranging, he accidentally split his Dior jeans and fashioned a sarong to cover the unexpected airconditioning.  I think my mother would like him.

Note: Want to receive My Marrakesh in your inbox?  Subscribe here.

Marrakesh: and a tale of my home in Elle Decor. Part 2

When it comes to decorating, you'll often find me in the back of a tiny shop in the souks, taking things off the bottom and top shelves, and blowing off the dust. Beauty is not always important to me - I am fascinated by anthropological and strange objects, like intricate handmade talismans and mysterious African games; I love most things with a curious purpose.  Prices and labels are irrelevant to me and they don't make things inherently more valuable in my eyes.  One of my very favorite things is a huge dead branch with a complex root system that I found on the sidewalk in downtown Marrakesh; it now sits on an old French library table in my living room.  

Well, enough of that.  Here are a few more images of my house at Peacock Pavilions in Marrakesh by Elle Decor.

My American architect husband, Chris Redecke, designed Peacock Pavilions. It's on an olive grove in Marrakesh. The pavilions are one and two stories high to help them blend into its natural environment.  The walls are surfaced with a beige stucco.  You can see a glimpse of one of the domes that Chris designed and the oversized chimney.  We hand cast and laid all the cement pavers on the property. 

Our diningroom. Chris designed and had built the walnut dining room table and chairs, inspired by Charles Rennie Mackintosh and Frank Lloyd Wright.  I had them upholstered with old Moroccan carpet fragments.  On the table is a row of old spice boxes that I bought in Yemen and India on assignment.The Beni Ouarain on the floor is from my shop Red Thread Souk.  The console is covered with a suzani I bought in Uzbekistan.  On the console is a Coptic Christian Cross I purchased in the Khan el Khalili in Cairo.  Over the console is my collection of African masks that I've bought during my travels.  Chris made the sconces from kudu horns that the Namibian Parliament gifted me with, when we lived in Windhoek.  I designed the light fixture so that it would provide enough light but yet not block the masks.  The Moorish arch through which you see the dining room is thought to fend off evil genies, handy while having dinner.

The library (also known as the Groovy Room):  I designed this as a fun, light hearted space to read and have a beer in.  The brightly striped vintage Moroccan blanket acts as a rug and sets the tone for the whole space.  I bought the vintage leather couch with wheels off of ebay and it is covered with a suzani with peacocks.  The cushions are applique work from Guatemala.  Over the couch are paintings by American artist, Maria Bliss and a painting I bought in Iraq on assignment.  I bought the rattan chairs in the Marrakesh flea market for about $5 each and gave them a lick of black paint.  The cushions are made of Egyptian tent cloth.  The coffee tables are made out of old Moroccan traffic signs. (There is a fun story behind my procuring these signs but I have to be liquored up before I share.)  I purchased the tasseled hanging on the wall in Esphahan, Iran -- my Mom is Persian.  The Moroccan lanterns are made of sardine can metal (I think the little fish on the lanterns are so funny).  I've organized my books by color.

In this space, you can really get a feeling for the flooring of our house; it is a polished cement that we hand mixed to get an old tobacco color.  In the middle of the space is a fountain that we fashioned out of an abstract stone flower that we purchased when we lived in Kathmandu.  Chris designed a modern stem for the sculpture out of metal.  Around the fountain is a series of old African stools I have bought during my travels -- I think they look like an installation of mushrooms.  The door to the left is Moroccan and is home to part of my collection of vintage Moroccan wool tassels (worn as belts in some parts of Morocco).  I bought the antique bronze pipe resting on the floor in Benin.  A mask I purchased many years ago in Senegal is over the door.  The door to the right is antique Indian.  Hanging over it is an old mask I got in Mali -- I had to do some sweet talking to get it on the plane.  A pregnant fertility mask that I found in Tanzania is on the wall.

My bedroom:  We made the headboard ourselves out of antique poster printing blocks -- my son likes to rearrange the letters to create secret messages.  I had the pillow cases made out from my stash of wax resist fabrics from Mali.  The cushion is gifted Ralph Lauren linen.  On the bed are various covers I have had made from Moroccan and African fabrics.  Two inlaid Syrian chairs serve as nightstands.  Over the bed is an antique French poster given as a gift from my design loving parents.  The crystal sconces are vintage Italian.  I bought the the old hand embroidered dressing around the window/daybed when I was in Kyrgyzstan on assignment.  The daybed itself has an inlaid mosaic wooden front.  On the daybed are cushions made from vintage Moroccan velvet caftans, Moroccan wedding blankets from my shop, and Egyptian fabrics.  I found Miss Wabor, the mannequin, in the Marrakesh souks and turned her into a lamp; around her neck are old African crystals and record beads from Ghana and at her waist is a cross brush that was a gift from the New York store Matter (the owner is a client) -- I think it gives her a distinctly Joan of Arc feel.  We stenciled the polished cement floor with Skylar's lace, a stencil that was originally made by Royal Design Studio for my daughter and can be bought here.

Photography by Simon Upton; Photos courtesy of Elle Decor

Produced by Elle Decor Design Director Anita Sarisidi

Note: Want to receive My Marrakesh in your inbox?  Subscribe here.

Marrakesh: and a tale of my home in Elle Decor. Part 1

I'm an accidental stylist.  I don't follow rules.  I mix with abandon. I don't worry decisions. I buy only things that I love.  

My home at Peacock Pavilions in Marrakesh, Morocco is in the April Elle Decor.  My architect husband Chris Redecke and I designed, built and decorated it from scratch (with love).  

Take a peek at a few images.

My livingroom. The carpet is from my shop, Red Thread Souk.  My husband designed the Indonesian-inspired couch, and it is upholstered with vintage Moroccan and Malian textiles, and European velvet. I designed the lantern with an ikat fabric.  The Frank Gehry wiggle chairs are dressed with old belts from Rajasthan.  The antique campaign chair is decorated with record beads from Ghana and a vintage carpet bag from Iran.  The Peacock mirror is Indian.  Standing on the back of the couch are African statues and old Koranic book plates. The little round hollow table is vintage Moroccan and filled with my collection of antique Egyptian hand door knockers.

My hallway.  The hallway is polished cement and is inset with light wells, lit from below.  We commissioned the star lanterns in the souks.

My terrace.  The floor is covered with Moroccan cement tile.  We had the Moroccan zillij tile table made  by a Moroccan artisan.  

My guestroom. The wall was done in collaboration with Melanie Royals of Modello Designs and a group of kind Peacock Painters.  The curtains were made by Corinne Bensimon with saris I brought back from Bangladesh.  The carpet is vintage Moroccan Tazenarght.  On the bed is an old kantha quilt with a hand embroidered running stich.  The cushions are decorated with the embroidery of Rabat.  The two small chairs have cushions made out of African mud cloth.  The stools were purchased in Mali.

The Elle Decor April issue is devoted to international homes -- some of them jawdroppingly beautiful. I am in love with the ones from Spain and London, in particular.

Photography by Simon Upton; Photos courtesy of ELLE DECOR

Produced by Elle Decor Design Director Anita Sarisidi