Thursday, July 26, 2012

Bonbon Land




 These lovelies above from the new collection "Burning More Brightly", the colors of late summer grasses and autumn change are in transit to Cog & Pearl in Brooklyn, one of our oldest and dearest to our hearts shops. Contact them for info...







 These are among a small part of a very large order (some are unfinished components) that will be headed to Japan shortly, going to one of my favorite and most faithful shops Coincidence owned by one of my favorite and most cherished people, Kaori. We met in Paris  and it was love ever since. There's Chie too who is also helps choose bonbons for their shops in Tokyo and also just lovely. We often design collections especially for them. I love how they trust me.

Doing some custom work with precious and semi-precious gems and antique sequins--excited about these as they are a big surprise for someone pretty special...is it you?

The Bonbon Show has been busy, almost time for an August holiday to go and see some things, gather information before the busy Fall season and new surprises--will have some of these bonbon prettinesses up and waiting for you when I get back...

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Tourtists! To the Edge of the Sahara and Many Run-On Sentences


The Kasbah at Skoura
This is a lucky day of summer, just hot enough to not complain about the heat or humidity, bright blue sky, summer flowers and grasses popping with color. And we are ready to go to a Long Island beach and reckon with ourselves by way of saltwater and sun.

Same weather, our Spring, Southern Morocco and a trip on a gorgeous day in March from Skoura, Morocco to the edge of the Sahara desert into the Erg Chebbi dunes. These were the same dunes where, after an 8 hour car ride through vast and magnificent landscapes, we popped out of the car and onto a camel and rode off into the sunset under an enormous night sky full of stars and nothingness for almost 1,800,000 square miles. Also known as miles and miles and miles and miles... 




past the deep steep Dades Gorge 

past small roadside villages


past nomad tents




to the  many choices of someone or someplace who was going to get us  up on camels and take us into the dunes. It was hard until it was easy because of course, we had no reservations and these signs pointed to something in the vast nothingness we could not see. And we drove on a road not made for our little rental, four wheel drives waving us to go back! Go back! 

But we persevered because all of these signs had to point to something and in the end, they did. When asked by the nice hotel man in the newly built Kasbah hotel if we would like to sleep here, NEAR the dunes or take a camel and sleep in a tent overnight IN the dunes, we looked at each other with a, "duh" and "IN THE DUNES" even with our backs and backsides achy from the long but beautiful car ride, the last bit of stress over the rocky dirt path to nothing which turned into something and then there were...

Two camels left, the third camel ridden in each of our lifetimes: the first (named Michael Jackson) in the Thar desert in India, the second (name forgotten) in the Agafay Desert in Morocco just a few years earlier and now this one, named Habibi, led by a man dressed in a torn cobalt blue robe, purported to be Toureg (because tourists like to think their experiences are authentic) who helped us up, who spoke little English, French or Japanese, just enough to say "hello!" and "everything ok?". We were fine. We were laughing and bobbing and on our camels. We were finally free for some reason, in the middle of nothing and quiet and sands upon sands and finally the Sahara Desert, desert of dreams and Lawrence of Arabia and fierce and frightening battles and romance and magic and night and stars and darkness except for the flickering firelight of our camp just up ahead and a tagine we were hungry for and other tourists and a shared love of something that felt like adventure, good enough for me in that moment.






Into the Erg Chebbi, where we would sleep for one night, wake up and see the sunrise and march these camels back to the road where, for them it's a way of life and for us, well, we are just tourists.


other tourists

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