Visit that took my heart (Morocco, High Atlas)
We meet the village at a rhythmic slow pace. 20 km are at our feet and two mountain saddles over two thousand meters are climbed. This is the third day of our journey in the High Atlas and the day I was most looking forward to. We are heading for the first women’s cooperative, where… Read more
Taimani – heritage of an old tradition
Today I would like to take you behind the scenes of the creation of Taimani rugs, which represent one of the last examples of true nomadic works in Afghanistan. Indeed, I am proud that three pieces decorate our collection.
Poems that belong to noone and everyone
The two-line poems reveal much about the usually hidden inner lives of Afghan women. They are often anonymous and are sung aloud, mostly by illiterate people, often to the beat of a hand drum. Landays began among nomads and farmers. They were shared around a fire, sung after a day in the fields or at… Read more
