I tried to explain to you about Peacock Pavilions -- I tried to tell you with my words, I tried to show you with my images. But I couldn't get it quite right because I couldn't share with you how it felt. So now, a tiny film of only 1 minute. Let me know what you think.
A tiny film by Meg Kelly of Decent Workshop, with assistance from Ashleigh Feran.
Growing up, my mother was the best dressed woman I knew. Petite and Iranian, she had her clothes tailored to match her size 2 frame. She fit into the sample sizes and took advantage of designer sales in a hundred mile radius. Unlike the other mothers in our relaxed Westchester New York community who lived in tennis skirts, my mother was always dressed stylishly, her thick mane of black hair coiffed, her make up impeccable. Her closet was also a place of childhood fascination -- the closets opened to well ordered perfection, with clothes categorized and pressed, ostrich and snakeskin handbags lined up, shoes kept in their original boxes.
I named it the Atlas Pavilion because it has a beautiful view of the snowy Atlas Mountains at 6 months a year. But I think the interiors are memorable, too. I decorated the main salon with it's 22+ foot pyramid dome roof and catwalk with lots of color, using carpets, cushions and poufs with liberal abandon. I carried each of the lanterns back from Egypt.
In the winter, my bedroom is command central at Peacock Pavilions. You can see it here.
I love to cozy into a beautiful bed with crisp sheets, my laptop, and endless cups of coffee. And adding the ultimate layer of warmth and glamour is the Moroccan wedding blanket, or handira and a super chic Beni Ouarain carpet.
