Friday, November 20, 2009

Part 2 Naguib Abdallah. At dusk, the light of Egypt turns gold, the garden is filled with scents and birds, all the treasures of the world are nothing but dust in comparison with the enchantment of his heavenly abode.

6 comments:

penelope said...

o! as much as i love looking at the photos, i can't help but think i would rather be there!

studioJudith said...

The exterior detail on the tent.

I love the trim ... . and the fact that it's a rather uncomfortable fit.

Whereas, the portrait of the Prince reveals his elegance to be very comfortable.


Jjj

Anonymous said...

No prince at all... he was the notorious lover of late Sao Schlumberger...and many rich ladies...

Anonymous said...

Le plus grand esthète de notre temps, un grand artiste et un poète, Naguib Abd'Allah.
Chez lui j'ai rencontré ce que l'Egypte a généré de plus grand : Albert Cossery, Georges Moustaki, laSultane Nejla Orhan...

Anonymous said...

He is not a prince at all.

El Haj Jaber said...

About the principly rang and Royal origin's of the House of Hassan Abd Allah, those who contest or denied this quality to Naguib, strangely not add any reason and anyhow they should go to Alexandria at the El MIRI mosque, where is buried Hassan Bey , his grand father.
But of course I'm not so shure about. The reaction of the mob....if Anonymous maintain his denial. Ignorance ? Jealousy ? Most certainly both.....