Marrakech Morocco: and a tale of a Femina Magazine fashion shoot at Peacock Pavilions

When architect Chris and I were designing and building Peacock Pavilions, we knew that we wanted it to be a place that was very personal and intimate.  We wanted it to feel not like a hotel at all but rather like staying at a {stylish} friend's house in Marrakesh.  The idea was for guests to be surrounded with unusual objects, with one-of-a-kind textiles and of course, with lots of texture and pattern.  Not luxurious in that cold way but rather, charming, special, and "worth it" because of the warm feeling that it gave you. 

In that vein, my hope has always been that Peacock Pavilions would have a legacy.  Project Soar is a part of that, of course, allowing guests to participate and interact with their surroundings in a caring way. But beyond that, I hoped to create a place that would become a part of the memory of its guests and that later on that there would be pictures to look at and to remember. 

It all goes by so fast, doesn't it, this life of ours?  It's nice to have evidence that it is and, later on, that it was. When I see photos that others have taken of Peacock Pavilions, I see it through their eyes and with their perspective and I live it myself, in a new way. 

I thought I'd share a few images from the first photo spread from the Femina fashion shoot at Peacock Pavilions.  We were all so very excited when this beautiful Swedish magazine chose our place for its Spring fashion shoots.

Model Ingrid Wrisley is so sublime and photographer Helene Linsjo captured her so perfectly.  Of course, it helps that the clothes picked out by talented fashion editor Sarah Thornqvist are so cool.  I want them all!

  Femina Mag shot at Peacock Pavilions 1

Femina Mag shot at Peacock Pavilions 2

Femina Mag shot at Peacock Pavilions 3

 

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Femina Mag shot at Peacock Pavilions 8
Femina Mag shot at Peacock Pavilions 6

Femina Mag shot at Peacock Pavilions 4
PS The beautiful black wedding blanket with its night sky of sequins is for sale here at Red Thread Souk.

Marrakesh, Morocco: and a tale of Project SOAR

I grew up with a father who was one of those secular believers of doing good simply because it was, well, good. That’s all. There were no religious brownie points.  There was no reward in the afterlife or, in fact, in this life either.  As far as my father was concerned, the best kind of doing good was the kind where you did not make a fuss and draw attention to yourself.  Rather, you quietly did what you could to help and were thankful to do so. 

My Dad's a tough act to follow but he's a big part of why I rarely talk about my 20+ year job in humanitarian aid on this blog.

Nonetheless, in the spirt of my last blog post, I did want to share with you something I have been working on with a group of others for the last 18 months.  It's called Project SOAR.  And it's a social experiment and an affair of the heart.  

I could tell you but it's so much easier to show you.

In this busy world of ours, it's hard to find good ways to help others -- ways that are constructive and worth our time.  I truly believe Project Soar is one of those ways.  

I would love your help.  I would love your kind heart.  Please take a minute on the Project Soar website to learn more about what you can do.  You can make a difference.

    Thank you.

    Maryam

Marrakesh: and a risky tale of failing and winning

Something is happening that I can’t quite explain.  It’s like that black diamond feeling when I’m skiing and I’m a bit out of control – frightening and yet exhilarating.  That rushing sensation, the wind whipping my face.  Worried that I might just crash, a tangle of limbs and metal.  I can feel the ice under my skis, lurking just underneath the powder. I can hear the scraping sound.  Side to side, faster and faster. I wonder

I wonder if I can stop. 

I think maybe I don’t want to.

I’ve been doing new things this past year and I want to tell you.  I’ve been starting other things, too -- in real life and in my head.  I have been taking risks.  And I have been failing.  I have been failing often.  But I’ve been trying again, once, twice, three times.  I have been succeeding, I think, almost.  Maybe not. 

I’m in a place that I don’t know.   I’m at the edge.   

Kurt

Maybe you're standing out there with me, too? 

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PS I couldn't be more excited to have this little blog voted as Best African Weblog in the 2014 Annual Weblog Awards.  Many many thanks to those who voted!  Thrilled to be the first Africa-based blog to enter into the Weblog Awards Hall of Fame:-)  So very grateful for your support. xo