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People in Places

Last year my friend Jazz and I decided we were sick of talking about making things and wanted to actually make things. So we came up with an idea, worked away on opposite sides of the world and now, nine months later, our baby is born.

This is People in Places. Five short stories written by me, illustrated by Jazz Feldy and made into an A5 two colour risograph paperback book.

There are 100 hand numbered copies for sale for just £6 plus postage.

 



Some half-frames from Rabat I never posted. I miss Morocco.

Strangers passing, Tangier.

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Paint on paint, Tangier.

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Gettin’ lucky with unplanned half-frames, Tangier.

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Sunset call to prayer, Chefchaouen.

Chefchaouen camouflage: parents here seem to have made a pact to only dress their children in shades of blue.

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Chefchaouen translates as ‘look at the mountain peaks’.

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We went to Martil and swam in the Mediterranean then headed south to the mountains.

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The medina, Rabat.

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No one told us Rabat’s Kasbah des Oudaias would look like this.

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Tiny people climbing stairs. The kasbah, Rabat.

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In the Kasbah, Rabat.

Graves pointing towards Mecca, Rabat.

Liesl “The Wall” Pfeffer: always just trying to blend in.


Morning fog, Rabat.

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We spent ten minutes trying to work out if either of us had ever seen the Atlantic before.








Fouad took us on a whirlwind tour of the medina in Fes, to the studios of traditional artisans, to the gates of the royal palace, to a tannery that remains unchanged since medieval times. We were utterly intoxicated when we finally boarded the train to Rabat, red faced, soaked in sweat.

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Abdellatif picked us up from Marrakech early on a Saturday morning. A 24 year old Berber man from the desert, he seemed very polite and softly spoken. At least at first. Then he realised we were fun. He gave us Arabic names (me: Jamila, Liesl: Saaida) and sang Arabic pop music very, very loudly. By the time we reached our hotel in Dades Gorge and had danced on our terrace to Bryan Adams songs he played from his phone, we knew we were going to be friends with him forever.

The next day he drove us to Merzouga, not far from the border with Algeria. From here we rode camels into the Sahara in moonlight so bright we cast shadows on the dunes. We spent the night in a Berber camp and woke before the sun.

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Sunrise over the Sahara.

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From the car window between Marrakech and Fes.




These are the tanneries of Marrakech. They use the ammonia found in pigeon shit to help soften the leather then dye it with natural pigment from basil, saffron and poppies.

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Sleeping, Marrakech.

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Walking, Marrakech.

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An old man grabbed our bags from the back of the taxi and walked so fast we almost lost him through the winding streets of the medina. For 10 minutes our senses were assaulted by bursts of colour and noise that jumped from the darkness.

We turned down a tight alley that twisted its way through shadows cast by high pink walls and were let into our riad by a softly spoken Frenchmen. Patrick let us settle and change and then showed us the way to Jemaa el-Fnaa.

This was the Marrakech I’d hoped for.

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I flew from Tangier to Madrid, Madrid to London yesterday. I have about 1,700 photos to sort through and a lot of stories to tell.

If I can say one thing to you at this point, it’s that you should go to Morocco. Immediately. She is a magical beast.

Thank you so much to my guest posters and to those of you who gave me excellent advice.

More soon.

 

Desert Look

While I’m in Morocco, I’ve asked some of my favourite bloggers to write some desert inspired guest posts. The last guest post is by Roberta Jane from Camp Comfort.

Hello, Roberta Jane from Camp Comfort here! I was so pleased Victoria asked me to create a desert inspired outfit in honor of her trip to Morocco. While I have never been to Morocco, I have spent some time in the California desert. When the weather is dry and warm, I like to stick to light, clean fabrics and silhouettes. A lightweight white shirt and denim cut-off shorts are perfect paired with simple greek sandals. A neck scarf for keeping cool and dry as well as a day tote accessorize the look.

shirt / shorts / sandals / scarf / tote

Dawn Sky over a Sandy Landscape

While I’m in Morocco, I’ve asked some of my favourite bloggers to write some desert inspired guest posts. Today is Narelle from the beautifully colour coded Coated Arms.




 

These images are of the Mojave Desert and Death Valley on the South West of America, photographed by Jack Dykinga.

The sand dunes are chameleon-like in their changing of colours due to the effects of the sunlight and its reflection throughout the different hours of the day. These images have all been shot a different stages of the arising sun at dawn.  Starting with an intense pinkish /orange glow fading out to the brighter sun of mid morning.

One of my favourite films that was shot in the desert at various times of the day is The Inner Scar ( La Cicatrice Interieure) by Philippe Garrel 1972.

Carly Hunter

While I’m in Morocco, I’ve asked some of my favourite bloggers to write some desert inspired guest posts. Next up is fellow South Australian, Steph from mayhem and miscellany.


Hello, Steph from mayhem and miscellany here! I’m so excited to be helping look after Vic’s blog while she is away – partly because Vic is of course a long-time blog crush, and partly because of the company I’m no doubt keeping!

Carly Hunter
 is an Australian designer with an absolutely gorgeous SS12 range. She has taken cues from the desert in her draping and the Australian summer in her colours. In reality our summer is harsh and fierce, but in memory more muted and nostalgic. Carly has captured this flawlessly. 

I’m a sucker for anything that drapes, and these soft, sheer pieces are going to be perfect for transitioning into our scorching summer. 

(I first wrote about Carly’s season over at The Thousands, which are great city guides if you’re visiting our gorgeous country!)

Desert Snow

While I’m in Morocco, I’ve asked some of my favourite bloggers to write some desert inspired guest posts. Today, it’s the delightful Miss Moss.


Many a winter holiday has been spent on road trips into the deserts of South Africa. When we’re really lucky we might get to see some snow (if it stays around long enough before melting). The thing about the desert is that no one cares what you wear out there, but it’s fun to plan these outfits anyway – especially because A.P.C. colour codes their inventory.
Desert images from left to right: one ; two ; three ; four
All clothing: A.P.C.