Morocco works on several registers at once. It is ancient and immediate, silent in the desert and overwhelming in the medina, geometric in its architecture and chaotic in its markets. Moving through it means constantly switching between scales: the vastness of the Sahara dunes near Merzouga, the fortified layers of Aït Benhaddou, the blue labyrinth of Chefchaouen, the concentrated energy of Fes and Marrakech. This project follows that rhythm. Wide landscapes shot at the edges of the day, close architecture where the light finds its way through arches and tilework, and the spaces in between where people simply go about their lives. Tannery workers in Fes, a child on the stairs in Chefchaouen, a man crossing a doorway in Marrakech at dusk. Morocco does not need to be arranged. It is already composed