Category Archives: Travel

Living Off The Wall

  When the world Is on your shoulder Gotta straighten up your act and boogie down If you can’t hang with the feeling Then there ain’t no room for you this part of town ‘Cause we’re the party people night

Living Off The Wall

  When the world Is on your shoulder Gotta straighten up your act and boogie down If you can’t hang with the feeling Then there ain’t no room for you this part of town ‘Cause we’re the party people night

Impression: Stormrise

Impressionism’s Impression on me in the Windy City and this stormy season of my life…

Impression: Stormrise

Impressionism’s Impression on me in the Windy City and this stormy season of my life…

A Journey Through Southern Morocco

You know what they say: a  journey of a thousand miles begins with a selfie   The penultimate destination on my #30BecomesHerTour may have been the Sahara, but the journey to the arid desert itself was the stuff of which imaginatively

A Journey Through Southern Morocco

You know what they say: a  journey of a thousand miles begins with a selfie   The penultimate destination on my #30BecomesHerTour may have been the Sahara, but the journey to the arid desert itself was the stuff of which imaginatively

Blue Dunes: Sailing the Sahara

They did not strike me as melancholic, the camels. Perhaps aloof, withdrawn, displaying deep lassitude even as they masticated, ceaselessly, their cud. But not melancholic. Before one can wake up to the Sahara, one must first arrive: we did so by camel, Farida and I. Dropped off at the shore of the dunes by our driver Abou, we were met by our camel guide, Hamou, a laconic boy of malt-coloured skin who appeared far too young to be so at home in the wilderness. He was ostensibly as emotionally removed from the wonder as the new humped friends with whom he greeted us.

Blue Dunes: Sailing the Sahara

They did not strike me as melancholic, the camels. Perhaps aloof, withdrawn, displaying deep lassitude even as they masticated, ceaselessly, their cud. But not melancholic. Before one can wake up to the Sahara, one must first arrive: we did so by camel, Farida and I. Dropped off at the shore of the dunes by our driver Abou, we were met by our camel guide, Hamou, a laconic boy of malt-coloured skin who appeared far too young to be so at home in the wilderness. He was ostensibly as emotionally removed from the wonder as the new humped friends with whom he greeted us.

Quintessence of Dust: Waking Up to The Sahara

A morning walk along a high crescent of the Erg Chebbi dunes “…the beauty of the world…and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?” famously queried the Danish prince in the throes of the existential crisis of existential crises.

Quintessence of Dust: Waking Up to The Sahara

A morning walk along a high crescent of the Erg Chebbi dunes “…the beauty of the world…and yet to me, what is this quintessence of dust?” famously queried the Danish prince in the throes of the existential crisis of existential crises.

Three Generational Weave: A Thread of Tradition

Kente: the fabric that has come to be synonymous with “Africanity”, tawdry only if you do not understand its origins. The legend is that some 300 years ago in the village of Bonwire, two brothers returning from the hunt, upon their imagination being ensnared by a spider spinning an web, watched the ordeal for two days and embarked on a journey to translate into a tapestry the silken intricacy they had seen crafted.

Three Generational Weave: A Thread of Tradition

Kente: the fabric that has come to be synonymous with “Africanity”, tawdry only if you do not understand its origins. The legend is that some 300 years ago in the village of Bonwire, two brothers returning from the hunt, upon their imagination being ensnared by a spider spinning an web, watched the ordeal for two days and embarked on a journey to translate into a tapestry the silken intricacy they had seen crafted.

La Vie Tropezienne

The late icon of elegance in dressing, Oscar de la Renta, is quoted as having said, “The great thing about fashion is that it always looks forward.” While this is undoubtedly true and evidenced by existence of new-age de la Rentas

La Vie Tropezienne

The late icon of elegance in dressing, Oscar de la Renta, is quoted as having said, “The great thing about fashion is that it always looks forward.” While this is undoubtedly true and evidenced by existence of new-age de la Rentas

Paradise is not Pristine

The Rosario Islands at dawn as seen from a casita balcony in Baru, Colombia “Paradise is not pristine…” So I scribbled in my journal as the bellicose rays of the unforgiving Colombian sun battered my bare back, exposed through my “paradise”-coloured

Paradise is not Pristine

The Rosario Islands at dawn as seen from a casita balcony in Baru, Colombia “Paradise is not pristine…” So I scribbled in my journal as the bellicose rays of the unforgiving Colombian sun battered my bare back, exposed through my “paradise”-coloured

Always Wear Joy!

     That’s the title of Susan Fales-Hill’s memoir and homage to her mother: Always Wear Joy. Though I have barely begun to scratch the surface of the book, I can anounce with élan that  it is masterful. Ms. Fales-Hill writes

Always Wear Joy!

     That’s the title of Susan Fales-Hill’s memoir and homage to her mother: Always Wear Joy. Though I have barely begun to scratch the surface of the book, I can anounce with élan that  it is masterful. Ms. Fales-Hill writes

Ru’s Blues

It’s is sort of ironic that a menswear look should be inspired by a drag queen, no? When I first saw Rupaul strut into the workroom on an episode of Rupaul’s Drag Race in a crisp white double-breasted blazer with

Ru’s Blues

It’s is sort of ironic that a menswear look should be inspired by a drag queen, no? When I first saw Rupaul strut into the workroom on an episode of Rupaul’s Drag Race in a crisp white double-breasted blazer with