Summer of Wanderlust – Luxor Look Book

There is nothing quite like the Egyptian sun.  When the day is long and the sun dips to the horizon, a glow is cast across the land, bathing the ancient and the new in its warmth, as if to connect the past with the present in a single moment.

Blessed to have visited Egypt twice, my favorite city by far is Luxor.  It is home to so many archeological treasures and offers the ultimate journey into ancient Egypt.  On the East Bank of the Nile lies the extensive Luxor and Karnak Temples, where you can get lost in a maze of massive columns covered in hieroglyphics and walk among giant statues of kings past.

Head to the West Bank and you will find the Temple of Queen Hatshepsut, the second female pharaoh of Egypt and the extraordinary Valley of the Kings where the tombs of pharaohs are burrowed into the mountains.

Luxor is a gift. It was my honor to stand in the presence of history and lay my eyes on another time.  This look book is inspired by the glimmer and mystery of this amazing city and I hope you enjoy it!

Egypt 1

Egypt 2

{Kaftan/Querist Vintage on Depop, Sandals/Forever 21, Belt/Target, Earrings/Bought in India, Mixed Bangles/Thrifted}

Egypt 7


{Dress/Ross, Belt/Thrifted, Sandals/Forever 21, Necklace/Bought in Egypt, Earrings/Bracelet/Bought in Mexico}

Egypt 12

Egypt 11

{Pants/Top/Scarf/Bought In India, Belt/Target, Sandals/Forever 21, Necklace/Turban/Santee Alley}


Egyptian Lover

Egypt is one of the few countries in the world that I have traveled to more than once. It is a magical place for a multitude of reasons.  The chaos of Cairo, the serenity of the Nile, the aromas, the art and the landscapes are the lures this beautiful land has captured me with. This is a nod to a place that reminds me to stand as tall as a Pharaoh, where you can roam among ancient artifacts and bask in tangible history.  I am an Egyptian Lover. IMG_7533 IMG_0054 IMG_0043 IMG_7533 IMG_7513 IMG_7507 IMG_7490   IMG_7509 IMG_7531 IMG_7535 IMG_7488 IMG_0022 CIMG5823 CIMG5815

{Leggings/Forever 21 Plus, Top/Newport News, Vest/2b bebe, Sandals/Lola Shoetique, Bag/Belt/Target, Earrings/Cuff/Macy’s, Necklace/IAMSHEGLOBAL, Ring/Purchased in Egypt}

All photos of Egypt were taken by me in Luxor and Cairo, Jan 2010.

A Tale Of Two Camels

As part of our trip to Morocco we spent one night at a Bedouin tented camp in the Sahara Desert. We arrived in the afternoon and after settling in we decided to take a camel ride at sunset.

Sahara Desert, Morocco

This was our first time on camels and we didn’t quite know what to expect. You hear stories of spitting, angry camels so we mounted them with some trepidation.

Sahara Desert, Morocco
Sahara Desert, Morocco

Though I am sure these Bedouin men had never seen the Dog Whisperer, they were unknowingly employing his techniques with their camels. The calm energy and relaxed vibe of the men leading, was transferred to the camels following behind. We set off into the Sahara on the most peaceful journey.

Doesn’t he just look content?
The camel whisperers

Soft, earthen red sand under hoof made the ride smooth. Our camels were docile and we traveled at a pace that allowed us to soak up the setting sun’s show.


They have the right idea

I had the feeling that these men and their camels were enjoying the utter silence of the windswept dunes just as we were and that they would have been on the same stroll that evening, whether we had showed up or not.

A few years later on a trip to Egypt, we were in Aswan where they offered camel rides. We had enjoyed it so much in Morocco that we were excited to experience it again.

While the camels in Morocco were on their evening stroll in their quiet backyard, the camels in Egypt were like factory workers putting in hours of labor, knowing their job was to get you from A to Z as fast as possible. They had their bosses shouting at them and you could see the agitation on their faces as they hoped for their “15 minute” break.

Aswan, Egypt

I got on my camel and held on for dear life, white knuckled the entire ride. Being on an animal with “Skinny Bone Jones” legs and an axe to grind is scary enough, but we had the added pleasure of traveling on a hard path with a steep drop off. My life flashing before my eyes wasn’t exactly the scenery I had in mind.

Our narrow path on the edge of a cliff

We arrived swiftly at our drop off point and getting off the camel as it dipped forward was just as terrifying, if not more, than the ride. I don’t have memory of this experience being so traumatic in Morocco. Maybe it had something to do with there being only rock hard ground to break my fall if I slipped in any way.

Back to the start for another ride

I don’t blame the camels. I thank them both for the rides, each memorable in their own way. My tale of two camels leads me to the conclusion that as with many things in life, the positive energy and intention one puts into something, greatly affects the outcome.