Sunday, 8 October 2017

FOR ONE OF THOSE DAYS





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We all know them, we all have them and - let`s face it: we all hate them; The sun could be shining in all of its splendour, the radio could be playing our favourite song...we could have even just bought a new pair of shoes, but all of this doesn`t matter, because it is one of those days when we are literally just not feeling it. Our energy levels are low despite our good night`s sleep, our coffees are spilled the moment we touch the cup, and our toast keeps burning on both sides, no matter how often and hard we try. 
This all wouldn`t be a big deal had we not lectures and meetings to attend, errands to run and expectations to meet. Having to leave the house and being forced to face 8 million Londoners and a bunch of lost tourists on a day like this is probably the last thing we`d like to do, but we know that there`s no way we could just curl up in bed and pretend life isn`t happening. It is, and it`s very much breathing down our neck.
Now, it is probably safe to argue that most people already hate the content of their wardrobe as it is (often transmitted through the classic I have nothing to wear / can I wear the same thing twice / does it even matter what I look like?) It therefore shouldn`t exactly come as a surprise that the level of desperation considerably increases the moment it hits us that we actually still need to get dressed. Due to Murphy`s Law, the only outfit we could have pictured ourselves wearing on one of those days is of course a.) in the wash, b.) broken or has c.) disappeared (because #shittyday #NeverEndingFailStory #cryingemoji.)
Getting dressed has all of a sudden become this overwhelming mystery we are not sure how to deal with. But desperate times call for desperate measures (especially when we`re supposed to hit the tube in less than 20 minutes (#OMG). Having gone through this scenario a few times myself, I came to realise that there is only one way to deal with those kinda days and that means: Be. Prepared. How? 
Well, firstly: Stop stressing. Or alternatively, stop caring: Embrace the fact that whatever you were gonna do on one of those is quite likely not going to work out anyway. This doesn`t necessarily imply that you should give up, by all means, keep going, but flip that switch that would normally make you go crazy because of it.
Secondly, make sure you have that one piece in your wardrobe that restores your self-confidence, your energy and your strength - if not psychologically, then at least physically. Store it in a special place and only dig it up in case of emergency.
And finally, wear it like an armour. Let it shield you from everything and everyone that is standing in your way. Give it a little moment and let it have its effects on you. And once you feel like the world could crash and you literally wouldn`t mind, you know you`re ready to leave the house and kick *ss. Go and try making that toast again if you`re feeling really sassy - you`ll quite likely still fail at it but you know what they say: There`s no harm in trying watching it burn. 


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***wearing my special piece `Berber Jewel Patch Leather Vest` by Kokon to Zai SS14 
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Hilary Fierce
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Sunday, 3 September 2017

MOROCCAN DIARIES CHAPTER II: استكشاف - EXPLORATION

A wise man in Marrakesh once said: “Consulting a map upon getting lost is cheating life – there is a reason why you are here, why you stand where you stand, why you ended up at my front door…and the only way to uncover this reason is with a cup of fresh mint tea and a good conversation.”
                            
Prior to our departure and due to our excitement, Izabela and I had compiled an itinerary of all the sites we desired to visit, including the average visiting time, the opening-hours, the entry fees, the historical background of all dwellings and the weather forecast for at least the subsequent two months. There were, in fact, only few specifics we had not considered in our research, among others, the only information that would have been truly valuable to our journey. Both suffering from topographic illiteracy, it only occurred to us after our arrival in Morocco that we were quite unfamiliar with any type of geography concerning our trip.

Our new Moroccan friends were kind enough not to comment on our solecism when we asked for their advice. Gathered around a golden table in a room that smelled like cinnamon, they turned exceptionally quiet as they stooped over a map and gradually began to outline various routes and locations. The long silence that ensued caused Izzy and me to glance at each other. The only distinguishable noise was the delicate burbling of water stemming from the brightly decorated fountains adorning each corner. We had enough time to observe the boys` facial expressions that showed no trace of excitement or approval.

“Did we upset you?”, Izzy asked cautiously after a while. “Would you not recommend visiting those places?” I noticed the corners of their lips curling into a faint smile. “Au contraire, sweet ones”, one of them replied without raising his eyes, “we urge you to.”
“And yet you do not seem satisfied with our choice of destinations”, I remarked, pointing towards the map. The three boys paused, put their pens aside and turned towards us. “Please understand that it is not the destinations you chose but the nature of the journeys preceding them that discomfort us.”

“The city has its own spirit“, they continued gently. “Capricious at times, it only reveals as much of itself as it deems the visitor worthy of discovering. Follow the beaten track if you wish, and it will undoubtedly lead you to all the places you desire to see, offering nothing more and nothing less than what thousands of others have observed, tasted, heard and felt before you.” They began to fold the map calmly and lowered their voice: “But you see, Marrakesh has many faces, sweet ones, each countenance with its own promises, mysteries and secrets worth exploring. The key to their discovery is hidden in the most unexpected places, concealed from the traceable lines and circles we just drew on the map for you. You must understand that there are no limits to the marvels of this city as long as there are no limits to your minds. Do not follow others – create your own memories. Allow yourself to get lost, to let your feet wander and your eyes wonder and you will discover treasures so rich, no one has ever even dared to dream of.” They handed over the map, leaving us with a last remark before disappearing silently: “There truly is a fine line between an explorer and a tourist – the question is, which of the two you would like to be.”


 keep scrolling to see what treasures and places we came across after leaving the map at home.


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I. Bahia Palace























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II. Ben Youssef Madrasa










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III. Souk














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IV. Jardin Majorelle

















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V. Saadian Tombs










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Thanks for reading and browsing,
à la prochaine and much love,
Hilary Fierce,
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