Where do I get my daily dose of coolness? From the boys at Yard Zine of course!
Yard is a minimalistic Society/ Culture website that will soon launch their ‘zines in the 031, early next year. The site focuses on art & design, and the team behind the Cool hope to venture out into a menswear line one day.
Yard is my latest obsession because I get a little education on fashion and design in my Facebook newsfeed every day.
These guys have also been involved in a few low-brow events in the city, including Threads that was recently held at the Factory Cafe.
Yard has recently started a section called On Location, where the team willl be visiting some people who they rate will interest you, dear readers, and aims to give us some insight into how they are staying creative within their local community.While this feature will show off local Durbanites, it will also expose some of the creatives living abroad in London.
What do plaid shirts, alien abduction and Majozi have in common?
Bob Perfect speaks about them all in our chat about the much anticipated DIY Durban Night.
PS: I want to play a game - shots every time Bob curses.
To us bystanders, Durban Night seemed to have stemmed from now infamous DIY vs. ECR Durban Day fiasco. Is that the only reason Durban Night was born?
The ECR Durban day thing was what got me off of my arse. I have wanted to throw day fests for years, but it is a big risk and it is tough to do. Eventually I was like cool, let’s just actually do it, let’s show people that this is what Durban has to offer. I think it is important for our own bands to be taken seriously because they only ever play support and they never get to headline or be the main attraction for gigs in our city. It is a problem, so I think there is a real need to celebrate our own talents.
Now that the venue has changed to Live – what is going to make this event different to any other jol there?
I think that a lot of the appeal to Durban Night will actually be the people going. They are the people that you want to go to gigs with, the crowd that I see as the loyalists – those who know the bands and know the acts and know why they are there. It’s not going to be a bunch of people in plaid shirts who are only there because they have to look cool. I think that will just make the gig a lot more fun because you’ll be surrounded by a bunch of people that are actually amped to be there. Ultimately the crowd and the lineup will be the difference from a regular Live night.
Who will enjoy Durban night? Is it for a certain crowd, like the circles you run in, or is it come one come all?
It is come one and come all, I just don’t know how many people outside of the live music scene will know the acts so they might not be that drawn to the event. I’m hoping that from everyone going “This is cool, look at all these amazing bands!” that the people who normally wouldn’t care will then want to actually come check out the event.
How are you hoping for people to be describing the event come Monday morning?
As long as nobody says “that sucked”, I’ll be happy. Obviously I want people to be stoked but I just hope that no-one really hated it. If the general consensus isn’t that it was shit, I’ll be stoked.
What has been the most unexpectedly difficult part of planning?
All the paperwork and getting through the admin. Another thing that is really difficult is coordinating all the acts you want on the bill and trying to get everyone to be available on the same fucking date.
What are three things you hope to God won’t happen on the night?
Well I hope an alien abduction doesn’t happen, that would be a bit awkward. Uh, the rapture – the rapture would definitely be a bit of a bummer. Um, and hopefully Loopy doesn’t get naked.
Come now, she’s probably going to get naked.
Yeah, especially now that I’ve said that.
Are you actually confident in Durban artists, for them to be the one and only source of music for the night, or have you just chosen all Durban musos to prove a point?
I think that it’s going to be a sick gig. I mean Fruit and Veggies and Veranda Panda as the headliners are going to fucking kill. Black Math are incredible, they truly put on a great fucking show. Every act, even Majozi playing Carpe Durban, has had people coming up to me and saying “Wow, they are so fucking good!” And I’m like, “Yeah, I fucking know!” Every act that we have is going to kill it and I have no doubt in my mind about that. This isn’t just a themed event; it’s legitimately a show for our great musicians, who would be way bigger by now if they lived in any other city in the country, because they would have more support behind them.
So you’ve pretty much grown up with the local music scene? Is Durban night a long-standing dream of yours, or a recent eureka moment?
Long-standing dream. It’s kind of inspired by a festival called Uprisings, I mean Matt and Steve did so much for the scene and a lot of people got into the scene because of that. I’ve grown up in the scene and I know what it gave to me - just having that place to go to where everyone is a bit different. I just want to give that back to more people.
For us people aren’t privy to the “scene”, what is exactly is it, in a nutshell?
The scene is made up of the outcasts and the fuck-ups and the creatives that don’t want to become accountants, but y’know, we have accountants on the scene as well! I think that in a small city like Durban, it’s the kids that are alternative and different and don’t quite have a place to go to.
How many years ago did you really start going to gigs?
About ten years ago, when I was 16.
How would Durban Night have been different if you could have hosted it ten years ago?
I don’t think it would to be honest! Obviously the bands would be different, but I think there would still be the same mindset. I think it would be along the lines of the same flavor and style as it will be today. There might have been a couple of heavier bands, but other than that, not much else would be different!
Two things that you shouldn’t come to the event without.
Condoms. And I’m not going to say drugs.
Are you hoping to grow this event and make it an annual thing, or is it too much admin?
It might be a bi-annual event - that’s the dream. If we could do it twice a year, I think that would be very cool. We are definitely doing it again; I mean this one is really an advert for the next.
For more details - link up to the Facebook event here.
When I first heard Red Huxley, I got that same feeling I get when I listen to Hendrix or The Black Keys. The feeling where I just want to do something recklessly rock ‘n roll like jump in my car, light up a smoke, fall in love with a stranger or drive into the night without paying my library fines.
I got even more excited to find out that these boys hailed from the Mother City. Their sound is rather unique to the SA music scene, making these soulful rock ‘n rollers a pleasure to hear at local gigs.
The band is made up of Dylan Jones on guitar, Matthew Pullen on bass and Murray Stephenson on drums and these boys have been melting faces as well as hearts since 2010.
Naturally, I was in my eli when I heard that these kids would be shaking up my home town for the very first time. This would also be the only chance I’ve had since Splashy Fen this year, to see these guys live in action. This is a band and they make me dance, ok?!
I caught up with Red Huxley, to ask them a few questions, so that us Durbanites, know what to expect this weekend.
Red Huxley Is …
A rock band from Cape Town, who have just released their debut album recorded with Eagles of Death Metals’ guitarist, Dave Catching, in his studio in Joshua Tree, California.
We’re amped to play Durban because…
We are yet to play a show there. We had one of our best jams at Splashy Fen at the beginning of this year, just a taste of what KZN has to offer.
We’ve heard Durban women are…
Crazy and that they love stampeding rock gigs straight from the beach in their bikinis.
The craziest band member is…
All of us actually, because we tend to go mental depending on the time of year and the amount of Jagermeister there is in the atmosphere.
Our music sounds like …
Loud jamming rock music mixed with chilled bluesy soul with a drop of old school rock and roll.
Don’t come to our gig without…
Your party pants on.
Our biggest secret is that…
We’re planning to make our way into the eardrums of everyone in the world!
The worst music artist out right now is…
Anyone that is chasing dolla and surfing trends instead of being awesome!
You can catch these talented rockstahs at The Winston this Friday or at Live on Saturday night.
The only thing I love more than men with topknots - men with facial hair.
Sigh, it is nearly the end of my favourite month of the year. Soon all the lads will be without their mo’s and beards. I know many ladies who lurh some beards as much as I do, so here is a gallery of men looking fine as hell, to get you through these dark times.
(PS:Tarryn, this one is for you.)
(PPS: Boys that I actually know with beards, don’t be getting all full of ya’llselves now , ayt?)
My friends had a running joke that they knew I had grown up when my profile picture went from this:
Yep all of a sudden,a job was a prerequisite too. But not much has changed in my standards over the years.
Even in my childhood, I knew real men had beards. Thanks Cartoon Network.
This morning my boyfriend and I woke up early in the dark Sunday morning light, to the sound of falling rain and cars driving over the wet roads outside his flat. After a rushed cup of tea we loaded up the car with his surfboards and left for the beach.
The skies were grey and the horizon was was indecipherable against the dark, flat ocean waters. Only ghostly outlines of ships could be seen floating behind the think mist. Streams of water gushed down the slanted parking lot and only a few dedicated joggers blurred through the window screen, could be seen on the promenade.
We stripped down and ran to the beach, shivering under the icy Autumn drops, trudging through puddles of driftwood and onto the wet sand.The sea was flat and speckled with raindrops and crowded with surfers and canoes. We crashed through the breakers into the warm sea and paddled out. He put me on the long-board and pushed me out into the waves, holding on behind me and I giggled wildly from the rush.
We bobbed about the ocean, kissing and playing until it was too cold to enjoy it.The rain had calmed,and the salt tingled on my skin. A shower shared with a vagrant, refreshed us before we hopped in the car, heater on, and cruised home for blueberry flapjacks.
So,like, I have weird tattoos. I blog. I love vinyl. And I like to rock the odd beanie, ok!
For a while now, I’ve been pushed into the Hipster category. It used to irk me because the things that made me such an utter, hopeless outcast as a kid, now made me hip. I just don’t bloody get it - I went through years of self-hate and isolation because, at the risk of further cementing my title, I really and truly did like my record player before it was cool. Now, I apparently could only possibly like these things because they are retro-cool and hipster-chic.
Anyhoo, being newly single, I decided to embrace it and reunite with my people. I did this by going to like,a totally rad indie-folk duo performing with their ukulele at a digs, that has it’s very own off-beat name.
I was amped hey. I got on the camo. I put on the beanie. I was ready to rock ‘n roll with the people who were going to “get me”. Play me the song of your people and let us swap war stories, my kindred spirits!
But gosh. Could I have been more of an outcast, once again.
Here are the Top 4 Most Atrocious Things I did last night:
1. I admitted to knowing someone.
So when I meet someone, I remember them. And when I see them again. I greet them. I was under the impression that, that was called “making friends” but boy was I wrong. It’s far too much effort, to remember people, because they sure as hell won’t admit to remembering you, what with all the cool crazy shit they’ve been doing since they met you.
2. Bobbed and swayed to the music.
I dug the music. It doesn’t take much for me to enjoy live music hey. It actually takes a lot for me to dislike something ( See: Kanye West’s New Music Video). Maybe it means I need to get more of an opinion , or, maybe it means that I am not hell-bent on succumbing to this wave of faux-fresh cynicism that is sweeping the nation. What is with the need to hate everything people? So, couple my positivity with my uncontrollable shoulder dancing and I was basically and eight-legged freak still listening to Death Cab For Cutie. Dead-pan and unenthused expressions, are a MUST, if you want to blend in while standing out.
3. I admitted to not knowing something.
In my world, if someone brings up a new band or an obscure World War II East Indian Pizza Tribute Monument, and I don’t know about it, I’ll admit it. In my mind, this is how you learn shit, but in hipster world this is how you make a public spectacle of yourself. Get it together, Jenna!
4. I laughed at someone’s joke.
Even worse, I tried to crack one.
Yep, this is a generalization. I also met some cool people. I met some chill people. But for the most of it I felt very lost and very out of touch with my supposed homies.
So where the actual do I fit in? It’s not a Tiger Tiger. It’s not at a Blogger’s Convention Supporting that thing that happened in the Middle East or Africa or wherever.
For now it’s on my couch with old episodes of HIMYM and wearing last season’s non-organically made pajamas, while blogging about Sam Lambert. Oh and having a sense of humor.
After a night of insomnia I texted you to say lets do something crazy. So we met when the world was still asleep and headed off onto the highway. I told you I’d bring a flask and you wear your favourite shirt.
I told you my word for the year was “live” and you told me that your phrase was “have clear thoughts” and we took the long way to get there. We drove along the promenade and watched other people living too. I wore last night’s clothes and you played me that song.
The coffee was great and I told you that I’m taking a few pictures. We played on the sand ‘till the sun was fully out and the beach was crowded with gulls and pigeons.You found a pair of slops and I scooped up a hand full of shells.
We played around the empty restaurant tables and you stole a metal teapot. And a huge rock from the sand. I accepted your kleptomaniac tenancies.
We drove back home in the early light of the day and were home by 7am, having lived a full day before anyone else at home had gotten out of bed.
My best friend hadn’t been able to watch the new music video for Ye, and innocently asked “What’s wrong with it?”
I tried to answer. But there is just too much to contemplate so I thought I’d break down the most uncomfortable 4:14 minutes of my life.
Everything wrong with the video for Bound 2:
1. These horses. What, is this a puzzle framed in a little girl’s bedroom?
2. It’s called Road Safety muffukas! Guys, seriously, no helmets? And Kanye, aren’t you like a bazillionaire? What’s cracking with that holy shirt, boy?
3. Kimmy where yo nipples at, gurl?
4. This face. This is not the face of a man gushing about his Baby Mama.This is the face of a man thinking “Bitch and her cray family ruined all my street cred!”
5. More confusing wardrobe choices and poor backgrounds. Are you packing a diaper in them drawers Yeezy?
6. Kim, I understand if you didn’t have time to put a shirt on today, but at least get your nails did for your music video debut. Shame though, I bet that was just Kanye dictating your style to you again, huh?
We’ve all been there. More than once. Some are just a bump in the road while others hit you like Miley on a wrecking ball.
My last break-up sort of blindsided me. And I just thought that while I share all of the good stuff with you guys, it would be only fair to share some of the shit too. This is how I coped - and I hope that this will help others to cope too.
Let’s look at the steps I’ve been through thus far, shall we:
1. Overly Emotional Teenager
Tears. Sleepless nights. Self hate. Pure drama.
2. The Ultimate Diet: Break-Up Trauma
It’s pretty cool, I’ve lost a lot of weight on the plus side. Couple days of not eating, taking up chain smoking and giving up on sleep will do that to a girl. It’s a pretty impressive feat for a girl who LURHS her food.
3. Time To Get Drunked Up
Grab my mates. Crash a 21st. Wake up clutching a bowl of potato bake and half a broom. Independent sista doing it for herself. Look how much fun i’m having!
4. Overly Self Confident
Hey I can do this , it ain’t so bad, I got game. Hell, I’m freaking awesome man!
5. Wise Beyond My Years
Now that I have dealt with this in a mature manner, learnt some crazy life lessons and begun to look retrospectively on the past, I can blog about my life experiences, so that you, peasants, can learn from my mistakes and be awed at my ability to write so candidly about my personal life.
But seriously, here’s how I coped:
1. The best support network of fucking friends anyone has ever had, like, ever.
2. A lot of drives to nowhere.
3. A few packs of menthol and a million cups of coffee.
4. My mommy. Bless her and her unwavering strength.
5. A killer manicure.
6. Cuddles from pets.
7. A lot of Drake.Well, a lot more than usual.
8. Runs around the neighborhood.
9. Reading through old diaries and going through my Ex-Box. Reminds me how I got through so much, and can get through the rest.
So my beloved Mac, crashed and burned, leaving me to blog and edit from some rather obscure sources.
Not going to lie, I have done some shady stuff lately for Lightroom.
This is why, two weeks after the event happened, I am letting you good people, know how it went.
I’m talking about the Threads: Art on Apparel exhibition that went down at the Factory Cafe -organised by Onlypeople and Yard Zine.
It was the usual recipe for a successful jam at TFC. Food, drinks, chunes and art. The twist was the the art and photography were displayed on sweaters, shirts and New Balance sneakers up for sale and silent auction.
I met this ethereal, blonde haired, fashionista in the bathrooms of our office block. She recogised me from my blog and I fell inlove with her wardrobe.
Since then we have bumped into eachother in the loo to swop a quick story about our cray day at work or oggle at the other’s outfit. She is just too stylish not to share with all of you - so lads and lasses, I present to you,
Day Look/ Office Look
Your style icon is:
S: Well they’re kind of two people, but one: The Olsen Twins.
Your fashion secret is:
S: Headgear and lipstick are the perfect finish to any look!
The Festival Look
S: The ability to express your individuality and own your personality completely. For me, confidence is about being proud of the person that you are, being comfortable in your own skin and not being afraid to express to the world who you are as a person. We’re given a mind, our thoughts and a voice for a reason so don’t be afraid. Ask yourself, what’s the worst that could happen?
Your go to outfit includes:
S: Layers and plenty of them, that and my pimp gold chain, I hardly go anywhere without it! Oh yes, and boots/sandals with socks, I’m obsessed.
The Evening Attire
You wish you could pull off…
S: The long drop-down( and ever dooming) body con/skin hugging dress.
In honour of Vegan Awareness Month, I will be posting some of my tried and tested, chopped and changed recipe ideas.
Here’s one for a simple quinoa I made, inspired by recipes around the interweb and the method used to cooked risotto.
Punnet mushrooms of your choice
Freshly and finely chopped garlic and ginger
Knorr Vegetable Stock Pots (optional)
Coriander for dressing
Dissolve one Veggie Knorr Stock Pot with hot water. These guys be hella tasty and are also gluten free and veggie-friendly!
Add one cup of raw quinoa to a pot with two cups boiling water and the stock mixture. Bring to the boil, reduce heat and cover. You will need to check on this often, giving it a stir and tasting it when most of the water has reduced. If it is still not cooked through, add another cup of water and reduce until desired texture is obtained. Slowly and surely makes for yum quinoa!
Wash and chop a red onion, a few spring onions and your punnet of mushies. Crush or grate a few cloves of garlic and a knob of ginger.
Yes I said knob. Grow up.
In a pan on a low heat, gently saute the garlic and ginger in some olive oil and then add in the two kinds of onion. Low heat = nutrients that stay in your food! So don’t blast the pan on a high temp to cook your food quicker, the meal will be ready soon enough, Rambo!
Once the onions are translucent, add the chopped mushrooms and sprinkle on the salt and cayenne to taste. Douse with the juice of half a lemon and leave to simmer in the pan.
Once the water in your quinoa is reduced, and it has a nice soft, nutty texture, add it to the pan of mushrooms and slowly stir the ingredients together. Once the flavours have all blended, serve with a sprig of fresh coriander or a side salad et voila! Vegan Nirvana!
Our little Halloween shindig at The Upstairs last week was a huge success. Thanks to everyone who came out and drank jugs of Witches Brew and danced to the Frankenweenie soundtrack. I had a lot of fun that night, but not so much fun the next morning at work. Erlack!
The winner of the R2000 Lola Malone’s tattoo voucher was none other than Hunter S Thompson/ Raoul Duke himself. Congrats ol’ chap.
Here are some pics, that got progressively blurry as the night went on.
PS: Big thanks to the Weatherman for adding to the evening’s Spook Appeal.
Black dress from Forever 21 in Dublin. Over-sized,vintage cream blazer from Market on Main.Black ankle boots from London.Ready for SA fashion week.
My trusty friend and Red Bull collegue Gugu and I strutted into the Shine Studios downtown Joburg at dusk.Photo’s taken,and a few spiraling stair cases climbed,we got to the waiting lounge.Full of fashion’s finest and greeted with a tray of Lindt chocolate,we were in our element. Glamourous women draped themselves over the plush white chairs whilst Gugu and I headed for the balcony for the breathtaking sunset over the Jozi skyline.We were in the heart of the pulsing city.Sipping on a vodka and lemonade we took in the trendy young things strutting around and finally we made our way to the auditorium for the show.
Somehow we managed to sneak into the front row seats!Yes!I sat across from Elle editors and waited for the guru that is Dion Chang to take his seat next to them.Lights dimmed,eclectic house music leaked out the speakers and the show began.
Critics scribbled down notes,photographers snapped away and we watched the frail beauties float down the catwalk,wearing some of SA’s finest designs.
We left with a copy of this month’s Elle,some new nail polish and a glimpse of Autumn trends,for a dinner at Moyo,Pretoria.
My bestie took us to a lovely cafe called Lucky Bean. We got all dolled up, and feasted outside on the porch overlooking the trendy streets of Melville. I had a veggie quinoa dish and the rest tucked into meaty lamb shanks and pastries.
On Sunday, we awoke to yet another sun soaked day. We put on our best spring outfits and headed to Arts On Main for their market and some breakie. This used to be my favourite spot when living in PTA.
I had a mung-bean flat bread and freshly squeezed pineapple juice. We waltzed in between the art and clothing with a lazy Sunday swagger.
Was also lucky enough to do a little shopping at Melrose Arch later that day, so that I could get my hands on the new Rihanna MAC collection.
Here’s what I got thanks to Jozi and my BFF:
1. Black headscarf for the turban trend I intend to master.
2. Denim cut off jacket from Kitcheners
3. MAC natural lipliner and RiRi mascara
4. Organic Vegan Chili Chocolate. Mmmm.
5. Gold coral necklace
6.Black sunnies ( You can never have too many pairs now can you?)
Barney Stenson ain’t got nothing on designer Sam Lambert and his BFF Shaka Maidoh.
Angolan Sam Lambert takes bespoke, flawlessy tailored suit-ups to the next level. This new age style icon possesses an old school style influence, dressing to the tee in smart shoes,hats and suits.
You have to be confident. My best friend and my ex girlfriend in Sweden always had this thing about whatever I was into or wanted to start doing, they doubted me. They would say, ‘that’s way too much’. But because of my confidence of approach I pulled it off. So I think the main thing really for me is confidence. - Interview with Another Africa
I have to wake up early to go to the design studio, and always go to bed late because I’m a night person—so I put together my outfits the night before, always starting with my shoes and my hat.- Interview for The Satorialist
Artistry—not everyone is born with it, but we adore its existence. Without it, life in this world would be dull. Sam Lambert is an artist in the fashion industry and perhaps his style might be too flashy for others to follow, but he pulls it off with ease.- Eduardo Lim for Edohaus
Last weekend I missioned up to Jozi or Hate City as I have heard some affectionately call it. I hadn’t seen my best friend in ages and my beloved Skunk Anansie were playing at In The City, so what a better time to take a day off work and hop on a delightfully empty flight.
After some amazing Indian Cuisine and a few rollies, we got ready for one of the best concerts I have seen in some time. The acts were energetic and the organizing spot-on. To be jamming in the middle of the bustling city to the likes of The Hives, Alt J and of course,Skunk, was a pretty darn great experience.Mouse had asked months ago if we could make black floral headbands,and as you can see, I delivered.
On Saturday,we hit up Neighbourgoods Market. When I was studying in PTA, we used to go when it was a small little vibe. Lovely to see how much it has grown and the type of support JHB markets get. We noshed some amazeballs Zimbabwean foods and miny crumpets drenched in maple syrup.What diet?
Next up was the raddest market at Kitcheners. The DJ spun some chilled reggae beats and I scooped up some cool items for my wardrobe. I would have moved into this place if I had the chance - just my kind of scene!
A little throwback blog post from 2011, when I went skydiving. What a freaking rush!
A group of us left at the crack of dawn yesterday morning,still sleepy and hungover from the craziest party at the Willovale hotel the night before.Driving out into daybreak and out into the sunrise,we flew along the windy dirt roads to get to Atlas Angels Sky Diving School.Today we would begin our static line course,so that after a few jumps,we will be able to skydive without an instructor.
Now I am the biggest scardy cat in the universe.I don’t even do roller coasters .I panic.But this year I promised I’d change that.I promised I wouldn’t be THAT girl who sits out.I needed to do this for myself and my mentality.I want to live a fearless life.
After a full day of lessons and training,a few yummy toasted sandwiches and pills to calm me down,we finally marched out in the dying sunlight and into the wintery air and climbed into the tiny tin plane.
I have never been so scared in my life,as when that little box with the 8 of us ,shredded down the tiny runway and up into the sky.
I started crying.I cannot do this.I cannot jump out of a plane ,with the world looking like a Picasso artwork below us,and free fall out into the below zero temperature.
I was fifth to go.The door flew open and the sound of the air tearing into the toy plane was deafening.My boyfriend calmed me down and another mate reassured me that I could do this.I watched as one by one my friends climbed out the door and let go,flung back by the inertia into the abyss below,hoping their parachutes would open.I was not doing this.
Then,my turn was up.Second to last.I shuffled to the door and waited for it to open.The sound came flooding in and I yelled at the instructor and said “I am very,very scared” and before I had time to make a decision he yelled “CLIMB OUT!”
9 hours of training kicked in.
"RIGHT HAND OUT!
RIGHT LEG OUT!
LEFT HAND OUT!
LEFT LEG OUT!
And just like that I was freefalling into the last rays of sunlight.I arched into the blue sky and watched the parachute explode open above me.This was unreal.I did my checks,unable to breathe and eventually looked around me.
I was fucking hanging alone in the sky,the fields motionless and blurred below me.The rolling hills soaking up the last drops of Autumn sun.Not a sound but the wind.
I screamed.I screamed and screamed.I had done it!
For 7 minutes I glided along.Watching the colourful parachutes descending below me.I got ready to make my landing.And missed it,getting caught un-current.
I crashed down the side of the bank and super-manned through the cold grass into the dark.I felt my ankle pull behind me and I came to a holt,buried in the veld.It was over.I lay on the ground laughing,laughing like I had never laughed before.Then the tears started.Then I wasn’t sure if I was laughing or crying or having an asthma attack and I picked up my shoot and ignore my bleeding ankle.I started to walk directionless,when a four wheeler came roaring down towards me.A high five and I was up and away to the rest of the troop.We all hugged and cheered and had a beer to watch the distant lights twinkle on the hills.The darkness highlighting the galaxies in the night sky above.
Living.That was it.
Sound like your cuppa? Check out Skydive Durban here.
My cousin Warren got married to his beautiful bride Lauren,a few weeks ago at Spiga D’oro in Florida Road. This unique wedding venue created a truly wonderful wedding complete with sparklers,sweetie table, endless Italian food and good ol’ family bonding.
Really enjoyed the relaxed vibe of this laid back couple and wish them all the best. Thanks for the raging red-wine hangover and for the embarrassment of my cousins all watching me set a cigarette a-flame with a candle. Winning.
I first heard of this brawd when rumors circulated that Ye was cheating on his beloved Kimmy. She was described as a “white Australian female rapper” and I have to admit, things didn’t sound promising.
While I am sure that she has swept up her fair share of haters, she’s got me sold. Yes, some of her antics may be overtly crass, but I like to focus on the fact that she is legitimately a G and not trying to force her way into the rap game ( See Amanda Bynes and Miley Cyrus).
Agreed that sometimes her OTT rap accent can reach a point of no return but even then she still has mad style. And her real name is Amethyst. Amethyst.
Her look is hip-hop,street and sexy as hell because she also has a banging body.Fact.I ain’t even mad that she has the propensity to dress like a don ho - maybe we should get her and Yolanid Vi$$er in the ring?
Source: Google Images
PS: Iggy Who? If you don’t know who this rapper is,watch her in all her glory here.
I first met Fani at a TV Commercial casting. She was the Tumblr-fabulous girl taking names and making shit happen . Since then I have gotten familiar with her blog that she co-runs with an equally on-point mamasita called Isa. The nature of this relationship is a little ambiguous and I guess I just can’t keep up with the cool kids.
Their blog exposes the antics of two, well, crazy white bitches living it up in The Republic. They both have insane retro style and a brazen We Just Don’t Give A Fuck attitude that I tend to live vicariously through. On the blog you can find links to music, local clothing lines and fashion lust-haves as well an insight into their general shenanigans. They do it all - study, work, play, DJ and even, design. Fani and Isa just showed Mzansi their all-encompassing talent at SRT.CRD 2013. I stole some pics off of the blog for those of you who are still unconvinced.
Let me guess - you’re as fascinated as I am! If you dig their threads and style as much as I do, then check out Crazy White Bitches for your daily dose of hip-as-fuck dopeness.