Monday, 21 November 2011

We Fight, We Love

Trouble in paradise!

Writing an article about someone who I feel is utterly pretentious has been the hardest thing of my weekend, but it's paying the rent - so I carry on. Out of pure frustration and distraction, here's a throwback photograph of big brother and me, most probably taken in 1989 when stonewash jean to jean was haute.


Friday, 28 October 2011

Terry


Salute


Curate

The word “curate”... has become a fashionable code word among the aesthetically minded, who seem to paste it onto any activity that involves culling and selecting.
- Alex Williams

Monday, 17 October 2011

Market and mo'

Haven't blogged in ages... but here are some pics from Joburg's Saturday Neighbourhood Goods Market and swimming at a friend's Eden somewhere in Jozi. Pics by Tristan Holmes and me :)












Tuesday, 27 September 2011

Blakkah!


 With Ms. Dowery last weekend.


Cornbread

Made cornbread for the first time tonight... and learnt that the difference between cornmeal and corn flour is considerably vast.
With that said, it still came out soft and moist, but not as textured as I remembered it tasting in the South. [Recipe]

Friday, 16 September 2011

Sweat

The weather's slightly bi-polar this week and I'm loving it. Stockings/shorts/leathers/sheer/sandals/socks...

It's a welcomed confusion.


Tuesday, 13 September 2011

The love theory

Picture from urbanbushbabes

The thecapitalofcool's Rha Rha taken by Jordan Nembhard
Love Ms Boogy's compact, parted 'fro
Picture from Fashionbombdaily

Thursday, 8 September 2011

The Mane Source





So while on my three day hiatus from work, I thought I'd explore my other side and share with my partner how I'd love to practice one of my life-long dream careers: hair styling. With no ellipses nor pause, he snapped back: "I think you're a lot smarter than that."

Ha! Is doing hair not a form of art? Is the dome not a canvas to be worked on? Does vision and colour not get put into hairdos? I think it does. [Remember Edward Scissor Hands?]

So with that said, I'm buying a razor and a pair scissors, and inviting all the coiled and kinky members over for a cut or a braid, a trim and a splash of colour!
 gf..
 Pics Afro Punk and K Is For Kinky

Wednesday, 7 September 2011

The Depth of Superficiality

 

The depth of superficiality is vast. From purchasing those peach loafers you really can’t afford (only because the LV monogram is perfectly placed for all see) to whipping out your Blackberry Playbook in a circle of businessmen (who you thought thought you were just a young man trying to get a deal), superficiality is real. And it’s all around.

Excessive bragging is in our faces. Bam! Rappers rap about, singers sing about it, social media is based on it and the media is its biggest fan. I mean, can you blame them, advertising space is not cheap – it pays the bills.

And no, I’m not innocent. I suffer from a mean case of the Look At Me syndrome. This fashionsista is not shy to Tweet about my Jeffery Campbell obsession or drop a designer name, whether vintage or new, to someone who shows the slightest interest in the Pierre Cardin moonbag or Diesel cut-off shorts I’m rocking. 


In fact, I’m not the only open braggadocio in town...