“… I wish I could tell you the wonder of the souks and marketplaces; the brilliant overflowing of spices, olives, fabrics; the witchcraft stalls; the fishmongers; the piles of mint and thyme scenting the air . . . and even more than this is the wonder of its becoming familiar, the sufficiency and contentment in knowing the names of things, the words to tell the taxi drivers, the sense and reason behind the lives of Moroccans"
I loooove this editorial in May's Italian Vogue.
The only thing I wish is that it could have somehow captured the sizzle and balminess of the Moroccan heat. Something about it is almost to clean, but that could just be me projecting my desperation for the kiss of sun.
I loves it nonetheless. I feel inspired.
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