B is for Braids

And blur... *source

B is for bow

 Bow from Happy Circus via The Seventy Tree

I've never thought of myself as the "artys crafty" type but hell, I am. Popped into Parkview's African market today and I'm overly inspired to make some goodies for 'home'.

Partying

The thought of partying? Yawn, meow. moo!
Instead, glimpses of random pictures I took over time might incite your visual sensories more. Well, atleast they do mine.

Chaos basins alike

This is the what I guest blogged on CL today:

In Julie Delpy’s neurotic comedy drama 2 Days in Paris, Marion divulges her partner’s theory that: “The illusion of chaos in which we live is actually orderly and definitely linked.” While watching the film on my way back from the French capital – as a way of reliving my holiday experience – this poignant statement instantly transported my mind back to Joburg, its alluring chaos and how I fell in love with a similar but grander type of defunct order Paris offers. 

Thing [sic]

• Things I will be doing from now on:

           Using my hands, because I'm an artists, duh :-)
           Recycling
           Planting my veg & herb garden
           

•  Thing I will not be doing from now on:

           Going to the Cape Town Jazz Festival - even thought I have a complimentary ticket. Need to save!!


In light of the Design Indaba taking place in Cape Town, here is a  thing I dig:

Via Hello Sandwich

Musing

Happy V day :-)

 Shorts

 Patricia McDowell, my favourite most underrated character :-)

Nails

Porcelain artist: Li Xiaofeng

Wow, saw his work on Euro News today, check out more here

Rotterdam

Reunited in Rotterdam with some good friends I made in North Carolina. I took these pictures using a disposable camera & built-in flash.

 

Best Thrift Stores of 2010

 Parisian tailor

Apartment Therapy's list of the best furniture thrift stores in 2010.

From the list, the Brooklyn flea market, Raleigh NC market and San Francisco thrift stores go hard!

As I...

As I sit here typing I wonder what's worth posting.
As I sit here waiting for my partner to print my b&w photos I wonder what photos to upload.
As I sit here anticipating my return to SA in summer, I wonder how I'll lose this winter weight... wait, I know!
I'll post this passage, old photos and start exercising... tomorrow :-)

Paris, as seen by him

 Double and over/under exposed

His French nephew, Jules

My paternal grandmother

Thrift store doccie

Thrift store shopping documentary. What could be cooler? Here's Prelude to Interim...


Prelude to Interim (Documentary) from The Art of Re-use on Vimeo.

Jozi love letter

Jozi, I love you but you bring me down 
whenever I'm around. 

 This time, when I come back... love me back

and we can be one for eternity.

France in fotos (part I)

Saint Genes La Tourette in fotos -during christmas time.

Pic by Jozi is dreaming 

iNtombi

Nontsikelelo Dube, from the UK, blogged about photographs of me.

Gazam

Coming to America

2009

Jesse

Something new from this young gentleman: Jesse Boykins iii

Something old:

*Makes me miss my afro

Travel

trav·el /ˈtrævəl/  [trav-uhl]

–verb (used without object)

1.to go from one place to another, as by car, train, plane, or ship; take a trip; journey: to travel for pleasure.

I love travelling. Just the idea of travelling tomorrow excites me beyond and beyond anything else today. When I say travelling I mean it in the literal sense of the word travel. I’m not referring to reaching that travel destination and ‘checking it out’ – I’m talking journeying between exit and entry points. Whether by bus, train or car (never plane), I find spending time onboard my travel medium more enjoyable than getting there.

The space between X and Y is in itself insurmountable to any co-ordinates on Google maps. It’s that unhyped space BBC Travel writers forget to mention. It’s not a place – if so, then it’s a placeless place with infinite possibility attached to its name. That very space, filled with limbo and sometimes (un)comfort and predictability,  provides a pleasant feeling enough to curl my toes. I’ll be in motion this weekend first by foot, then bus, then train and finally with tram– and back again, juggling portmanteaus, cameras, snow and old friends.

Where I  go to is not really interesting today but instead how I go, and most importantly – my time spent going.

The Hague

Happy December, happy birthday Tre-tre Heard.

 

Dapper dandyism

The best pumkin soup was served to me here, at Cafe Eet Cloos - but unfortunately so was the hand-served bun by a unfazed waitron.