Long ago and far, far away, at the dawn of time, basically, I was in Morocco.
Well, okay, it was like, in June actually. So now you know — I went to Morocco to prepare for our creative retreat, and visit the hotel where it will all take place (omaaaagoooood the hotel is gorgeous, amazing) and in the spirit of “let’s kill two birds with one stone,” I also spent a few days with my family while I was there.
Since it was the beginning of the summer, I still had a little bit of style left (unlike the end of the summer, as I explained in my post yesterday, I was in total crash mode on every level and I spent ten days wearing Havaïanas and a t-shirt with holes in it) so we decided to shoot a little style story between two trips to the souk.
Hmmmm, I have so many things to say — the trip to Marrakesh was sublime and spending time with my family was great, but I think for now I’m just going to let you be transported by my sublime beauty in these photos.
(Reality check? It was 110 degrees and I gained about 50 pounds from eating Tajines.)