Cairo, Egypt: and a tale of a return to the source

They looked at me, as I was explaining about myself.  About my mother of Iranian origins, about my father of French origins, about being American but living in Morocco.  And it was then that I told them that I was born in Cairo.  And they smiled. 

And they said that everyone knows that the Nile is the source.  And one always returns to the source. 

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This week I'm on assignment back at the source.

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Marrakech's Peacock Pavilions guesthouse: and a decorating tale of a Morocan caftan

Oh, I could have bought it in taupe or khaki or a discreet grey.  Oh I could have bought it in ivory, or beige, or a pale yellow. 

But I didn't. 

I bought it in hot pink and I pinned it to the wall.  Because  I dream in color.

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Vintage Moroccan silk caftan, trim and buttona made by hand.

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Orange patterns (peaked baskets from Rwanda).

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Crowned with a yellow hand beaded and hand emboidered element of an old Moroccan Fantasia leather saddle.

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75 year old multi-hued hand appliqued Turkish pennant, handmade glazed Moroccan chevron tile table, white linen and vintage yellow silk sari shades.

In The Room of the Sufi Seamstress at  Peacock Pavilions in Marrakech  For rent.  Color-lovers especially welcome.

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Marrakech: and a tale of a chandelier

I grew up with things that were ethnic, I grew up with things that were tribal, I grew up with things that made people furrow their brows.  There were hookahs from Iran, there were breastplates from Kenya, there were crosses from Ethiopia.  It was a strange and curious house filled with strange and curious things.

Those sorts of things fill my own home today.  I seek them out, I covet them, I collect them.  But sometimes I want things that are different.  Glamorous things.  Things that sparkle and catch the light. 

I bought one of those things recently.

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Italian, 60+ years old, found in the Marrakech souks (where else?).  Now strung up from a ladder in my bedroom like some kind of art installation.  Waiting to be hung in a place where I can look up and see it overhead.   Do you have chandeliers in your home?

Marrakech: and a tale of Peacock Pavilions Guest house

Oh, it's been busy around here at Peacock Pavilions.  Very busy.  We're getting ready, you see.  Ready to open.  So much to do! 

Thought I would share with you a few details. 

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Moroccan painting of veiled women, heavy white linen curtains with 100 year old silver and black handmade passementarie from Yemen (amazing French designer Corinne Bensimon made these curtains for me to spec).  Atlas Pavilion

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Handmade lantern I designed made out of maichor, ceiling in a Moroccan inlay design painted by Melanie Royals and the Peacock Painters, Medina Pavilion.  (Fun note: Peacock Painter Todd who worked on this ceiling is staying with us for 4 months toiling away on finishing touches. We're lucky, lucky....:-))

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Large vintage hand embroidered Indian horse, Persian runner. Uzbek suzani mounted on the wall, Medina Pavilion.

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Buddha from 1740, series of turn of the century Le Petit Journal with color illustrations of the French colonial period in Morocco, Medina Pavilion.

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Heavy vintage Persian wall hanging, old saffron colored Moroccan Taznarght carpet, Medina Pavilion

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Series of old brass lanterns hanging from the dome with peep holes in the Medina Pavilion salon.

All images by fab intern, Katie.