I've been reading this book for the past week or so while at work. I read it a little at a time while I'm at the scanner, or waiting for things to process, etc.. It's been so much fun to look at. The pictures are inspiring and the stories are entertaining.
I love the whole nomad world traveler aesthetic. Textiles from Uzbekistan, Persian wool rugs, Egyptian tent material, saris from India, tooled leather from Morocco, fringed piano shawls from Spain, beads from Africa, and much, much more.
I'll never be a bohemian traveler. I've resigned myself to that. When I was younger I thought I had the wanderlust necessary to pull of the nomadic lifestyle, then I realized I actually like to be settled down and in a routine. But, I can live vicariously through books like this.
This book makes me very, very happy.
1 comment:
all of these materials and stuff is beautiful to play around with, just don t fall into a trap of thinking that you re being "authentic" just because you have a persian rug in your house and an indian choli on yourself. ;)
I rather think of it as an art of everyday life collage technique of sort.
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