She loved writing. She loved the power of words. She loved the mingling of words with art. She loved art.
She had walked into the store in Cairo. It wasn't the first time - she had shopped there before, liking its fair trade commitment, liking its humble beauty, liking its appreciation for the handmade. It was there that she saw them, these special pieces of Fayoum pottery. As if they had been tattooed with a mysterious language.
If only, if only.....she could break the code....
Photographed against a bolt of hand-loomed cotton stamped with old plates of Persian calligraphy. To be sold one day, oh one day, in her Peacock Pavilions shop.
PS. Many thanks to Domino Magazine and the darling Holly Becker for including My Marrakesh in their editors' picks of international design blogs.
