The Grand Bazaar/Kapalicarsi has 22 entrances, 64 streets, 17 inns, 10 wells, 4 fountains, 2 mosques, 3500 businesses/shops and about 25k people working it. It can feel like a rabbit warren but you are never really lost here because there are maps taped up at most intersections, or you can ask any of the shopowners – though you may have to repay them by looking in their store. They are true merchants & traders! Here are some of my stops.
-Dervis Keseciler Cadessi, no.33-35 and Halicilar Cadessi, no.51
I stopped here briefly on the first day but went back with more time on my last day. The longer you stay, the more you find. Passionate owners (they have 2 stores & a few brothers) find old dowry pieces amongst many other textiles, mostly from Turkey but some from India too, and have a great selection. Some more precious than others, but my love is for the more naïve, understated nomadic ones. They have bolts of old hammam linen, Turkish towels, woven jute, sacks, blankets and all the new hamman towels as well. I bought tassled everything: woolen blankets, hand-beaten hammam bowls, dowry tea towels and other must haves that I kindly left with them to ship home.
Home Textile Kapalicarsi Takkeciler Sok. No.48-50
New by-the-yard ikat lengths in silk, cotton and velvet. I am crazy about dots & zig zags at the moment. So after about an hour of pulling everything off the shelves, decisions were made. The fabric is folded so neatly and concisely. It is mind blowing. They have ready-made cushion covers & bolsters, an easy suitcase pack!
Horasan Yorgancilar Caddesi no.22.
If, like me, you love talisman & amulets and other jingle jangle, this store is chocabloc full of all your needs. Tassles, beads, coins, bells, readymade stuff: it’s all here.
I have worked with this wonderful girl & amazing stylist from way back when in my early NY days. She is a star stylist & one of the few amazing ones that exist in this world. We had some lovely hang-out time on my last trip and visited some hot new Brooklyn & NY spots. These are her go-to’s for The Stylist’s Guide to NYC (& Brooklyn):
I had time to drop into her super oragnised office/prop stop (private I’m afraid) on Crosby St, that she shares with Copenhagen/NYC-based stylist, Christine Rudolph another great in the styling world. Check out Kim’s portfolio.
Mr William Wagner (merchant, philanthropist, amateur scientist) began holding free lectures on science at his home, men & women welcome. He used the specimens he’d been collecting since he was young as examples.
He believed people had the right to education & when the lectures got so popular he could not upkeep the audience in his home, he built this natural history museum, library & auditorium to run educational workshops dealing with the questions of the day.
I had organised to hold my meeting of the day at the Wagner Free Institute of Science, smelling new fragrances for my soap range. We were for the most part the only guests & were left to our own devices to conduct our business within the upstairs museum.
The room is large, full of glass topped scientific counters & large cabinets displaying Wagner’s mounted taxidermy, skeletons and large conchology (Wagner’s fav topic), crustation & fossil collection. His collection is by no means complete, but a lovely personal one, that reflects the man he must have been and a sign of the times.
The building is over 3 floors, with people working away in book-lined rooms, a generous library & auditorium on the ground floor & the museum on top.
The auditorium seats about 500 and was known to be packed out when Wagner was holding court. It is set up in a semi-circle with fold down wooden perforated seats and glass display cabinets book end the stage with a large table for experiments, show & tell and demonstration. The corridors are wide, the wood well-oiled. I would love to hold workshops here, this was definitely my kind of place.
Note: If you are heading here, do not get perturbed if you feel like you’re not in the right place. It is in the middle of an unlikely place in Northern Philly, that would once have been quite different. Book a cab well in advance, the friendly staff are more than happy to help.
Ps. Look in the small door beside the main door.
A favourite designer, I reference often and never tire of his paper lamps. His museum in LIC is a mix of raw concrete and beautiful trees, bamboo all carefully placed, and considered to compliment the architecture both inside and out.
Perched above the town of Malancrav (meaning Little Apple) sits the impressive manor. It once belonged to the Apafi family who have been traced back to the 15th century, although it is believed that the manor dates from the 17th century with alterations made to the house throughout the 18th & 19th centuries. Now restored to its former beauty through traditional & soft restoration, the manor is surrounded by ancient heirloom apple orchards that were in full blossom during my spring jaunt. A apple press is a few metres down the road where you can purchase the juice.
There was a ring of chestnuts conversing to the left, with an attention seeking cuckoo. The background noise was of bells tied to the necks of sheep & goats as the shepherds herd them to the higher grasslands for the day, the clip clop of horse drawn carts moving through the village and birds & hundreds of bees collecting. The rooms are huge and airy with French door & elongated windows in every room, terracotta tiles herringboned throughout, windows softened by locally loomed linen with red pattern detail. I have raided the linen cupboard, found bone handled cutlery, cut blossom & wildflowers from the surround, opened the benches & chest for glasses & plates, and this is what we came up with. Still-life Case Study:
My mother (1944-2008) was a textile lover, collector & keeper of knowledge. Coming to Istanbul makes me understand the collection she has left behind, a reflection of her travels, her love, her aesthetic & her knowledge.
I was in Istanbul on a buying inspiration trip with the Anthropologie team as well as shooting & gathering for my next book, Gypsy. The things they are delighted by & the wares the traders are selling make me understand how important my mothers collection is, and the need for me (with my brothers & sister) to curate it, record it in some way. Amongst my siblings we have the skill set to orchestrate a book, exhibition, catalogue, memoir. It could be something for us to share & treasure, a keepsake full of her travel photographs, memories, recipes, stories, pictures, textures, her notes & lectures, itineraries and faraway friends. My brother is a photographer, my sister a graphic designer & Indian fabric merchant, my older brother, a general all-round enthusiast.
I kept walking into shops thinking she might be in there trying on an ikat jacket that she just has to have, or another hat with an amulet she can’t be without. She is so close to me when I am travelling, I like to think she is gallivanting the world getting caught up with gypsies, guesting with the Berbers in a Bedouin tent or on a very long camel caravan and I am hot on her trail!!!