More of me in Cape Town

Hello Sailor!

So I was lucky enough to get a job interning at GLAMOUR South Africa, and their offices are in Cape Town so instead of leaving mid-November like all the other kids did, I stayed! Gladly too because truthfully, monotony settles in very quickly when there is nothing to do but party up a storm. So I am staying in the legendary Observatory with some legendary people and this post is to show one of the awesome places in this old neighbourhood. Hello Sailor, is found on Lower Main road and cool Capetonians are always there. The name 'Hello Sailor' is an ode to the prostitutes and promiscuous women who would proposition sailors but also to the owner of the establishments family who were sailors. Take a squizz at the photo's and make time to pop in give 'Hello Sailor' a wave.

Thank you Antonia Heil for the images.

You, Me & Everyone We Know Market

Which was also a night market.
I had had the 28th of October marked in my mind, not only because it was my birthday, but also because it was the day of the night market. My birthday went off exceptionally well (with a gifted iPad) but the night market was postponed due to weather concerns. So, the 4th of November brought the night market and a very excited me. The market was hosted at the Labia and there were many exciting Capetonians in attendance, notably Barbara Lotter of Babette clothing who had a good stall there. The location was cramped but it was difficult to mind with the cool clothing stalls at every corner, the eclectic music pounding and stiff bodies swaying. With pounding music in mind I do feel terrible for all the movie goers who were hoping to see a quiet show at the Labia. Sorry. I thoroughly enjoyed myself and left the market happily, with a new (or used) polka dot blouse and heeled pink and white brogues in brown paper bag. I now promise to be a night market regular. Stolen pictures.

Lea Colombo

Illustrator, Photographer & Really cool Capetonian


I found these photographs and illustrations while trolling around the internet. I love the 60's Polaroid effect with the simple illustrations drawn over them. They have this really creepy and enigmatic feel to them. The reason I love them the most is because the illustrator and photographer, Lea Colombo is Capetonian!

I got really excited and uploaded so many images.

Thanks Lea Colombo and Mr Price 'In the fashion loop' blog

All my All Stars

"Chuck Taylors", "Converses", "All Stars", "Chucks" or "Cons, "Chuck Taylors"


I'm dying to have a pair on new all white All Stars. I see them everywhere and I really want! I got my first pair in 2005 and they've been holding strong (and dirty) as all Chuck's should. So, this weekend is my birthday and I now have a gift idea. For myself.

Thanks to The Sartorialist for the Converse Tags (and also making my life)

Para-Para-Paradise

When she was just a girl, she expected the world


I didn't go to the Coldplay concert in Cape Town because I'm not a particular fan but I somehow seem to be engulfed in the post-Coldplay mania and this amazing new music video is the reason for this insistent persistence.

I love it. And I love elephants and animal rights.

Neighbourhood Market

Neighbourhood Market
I can't wait to visit this market when I get back home to Jo'burg

Thanks to Handsome Things for the images!

Blaxi(ing)

Taxing a Blaxi into Cape Town town.

I got a visit from my father, who was here working. He invited me over to spend a night in a good hotel and have supper with him at the V&A waterfront. As opposed to taking a metered taxi, I did the South African thing; I took a blaxi (A taxi taken mostly by black people, not always the case in Cape Town. I see white folks here and there now and again). I’ve blaxied before in Johannesburg with my mother and I distinctly remember it not being fun. But in Cape Town should I need to go somewhere, I tend not to mind, I am always entertained by the interactions between the sliding door operator (Ganshi is no longer a politically correct term), the people on the street and the very annoyed Xhosa and coloured women. This occasion was extraordinary as my trip in blaxi took me all the way to the town taxi rank! I jumped into a taxi (with the sliding door operator shouting “Caype towyn”) near cocoa wah-wah, Rondebosch and away I went on an adventure like none other than one a Capetonian (or a Capetonianish) can experience.

The driver was unforgettable. He had kind green eyes. Not playing at all into the stereotypes about blaxi drivers. He was so sweet, docile even. Just driving his taxi along and offering the occasional slice of well received humour. The sliding door operator on the other hand was thuggish, having many backstreet tattoos on is arms (I remember a lion with a full stylised mane) and obviously wearing false teeth. Out of his mouth came the fast beats of the Cape Afrikaans dialect. But he was entertaining! Chuckling at jokes he made himself every now and again and speaking to customers, he knew the occasional person and engaged them in conversations about themselves. Very charming. These guys are talented, jumping out of moving taxi’s and shouting their destination loud and far enough to have people running. I wish I could say I sat there in my element but I was shrinking back into my seat trying to avoid being noticed (and also because I was squashed due to the overload), looking everywhere but into people’s eyes. I was taking it all in, looking at everything as though with new-childlike eyes.

Arriving at Cape Town station was something else. The station was a mess, litter and puddles of dirty water everywhere.  Concrete chipping off the ground and the smell of piss heavily clouding the air. The sound of reggae. But while I was feeling sorry for myself, the taxi had reached its destination and every passenger was disembarking. Every passenger but me. I grabbed my backpack quick and acted like I knew where I was going, too proud to ask. Outside the taxi, life was buzzing with the activities of people too busy to notice my awe stRuck face and awkward stares. MaNy stores had been set up in prefabs built by the City of Cape Town. I noticed some All-Stars. I’m looking for a pair, in white. 

A video to guide others into similar Capetonian(ish) adventure

UrbanOutfitters

While trolling the net I encountered this video and soon found myself searching for it on Vimeo (which is like the indie-project version of Youtube & more jazzing in my opinion). Urban outfitters is an amazing brand which I've only encountered on the net treks I often undertake. I find it a great pity that as South Africans the only way for us to access it is through e-shopping. Unless of course maxing out credit card is not a problem for you as it is for my student self. Also, this is a season ahead and the cinematography is amaze and makes me want to eat my pants. Urban Outfitters catalog is successful because they directly sell a lifestyle and not  the items of clothing. Do your good deed for the day. Watch the video and fall in love. Please.

Joburg

Cape Town International Airport

I took an early flight to Joburg. Woke up almost late and almost missed my flight on a cramped airline. I really dislike airports and I really dislike flying. I didn’t always used to. Airports were a mystical place. Where the tin birds of the sky came to roost. They always brought my father back from wherever he had been and held greasy suppers. Now that I’m all grown up (or more grown up than I used to be) I see how really sad they are, I feel uneasy in airports. Airports are nowhere. They hold temporary comings and permanent goings. Smiles are stuck on the face while the tears are etched there.

 Jazz on the Lake (Arts Alive festival)

Zoo Lake

I’m not a jazz fan at all. I know some numbers because my daddy used to play his favourite in our home when he was younger and more passionate. He even used to frequent the jazz fest in its establishing years but doesn’t go anymore because it’s filled with “young boys”. I decided to go this year because my all time (and I mean all time) favourite band, 340ml, was playing. Also, the international act Asa (pronounced Asha to be technical) was playing. And I had no regrets. The sun in Joburg was shining in the way I think is only possible in South Africa, too hot but too delightful to hate. The crowd was a true reflection of a metropolitan and cosmopolitan society; mixed race children dominated the scene. Never have I seen so many of them and their curly hair in one place. I was very disappointed as a gate and neon orange security men were barring me from touching the lead vocalists, Pedro, feet as I usually do at gigs. Asa was really surprising in her red and white polka dot dress. She is an excellent performer, always moving always engaging. As I walked home (into an orange and coral sunset ) slighty happy from drinking a glass of peach schnapps I felt really happy. Even the smell of dirty lake and duck shit couldn’t put me under. Sigh 

Motherland                                                                                                    

Rosebank

My sister suggested I come here to max out on the wireless internet. But she neglected to mention how amazing the place is. It has that amazing metropolitan feel most Joburg places attempt to achieve and cling on to once they have it.  Selected people walk in here filled with the hush of a well-kept secret. Straight to the counter they go to receive their well-blended caffeine brews. The creative in their nerd glasses pull out their various mac products (the creative pill) and away they go in their interesting vocations. The mix tape on the surround sound is some African blend and it stirs those weird ancestral roots in me. I fell like an absolute fit in this place and promise to frequent it when I come back to my mothercity.

Bob rocks café

Greenside          

I have some friends going away on travels to the Western world and so to say half-hearted good byes we went to bob rocks café. The place is quaint. Broom cupboard sized with a bar catering to different cocktails. The angled mirrors on the walls create a false sense of depth in the place. I love greenside because it hosts the indie-hipster kids of Johannesburg. Men with hair far too long and arms too tattooed up. Sometimes even too stoned to care. I love it. Thank you Jesus for warm spring nights. Please send the memo to the mother city.

Yokoo

While following the Mr Price Blog -"MrPriceInTheLoop" I came across this link. I love this woman. She feeds off being hardcore. Hardcore at beautiful things.

Memorable words from Yokoo- " most of my ideas come out of silence". Thank you for teaching me a beautiful thing and many others hopefully

TheArrows

TheArrows

20August2011

NewZulaBar, LongStreet

Going ‘gigging’ (the act of going to gigs) is one of my favourite things to do with the boundless amount of time I have on my hands. When I saw TheArrows poster up in Rondebosch and heard the advertising on air, I knew I had to, had to see TheArrows. And I did. This Saturday was one of the very few times I have went out and seen a band perform live in Cape Town (It’s actually painfully sad that while living here I have not gone to any live performances). Going to see the Arrows on their only night in Cape Town was an absolutely amazing way to return to my favourite old past time. The two (wo)man band made up of Pam on vocals and keyboard, Christie on drums and Apple Mac computer  had me and my feeble heart jumping enthusiastically for the entire duration of their set.  NewZulaBar is an awesome event space to start off with and then the performance in that space was cosmic! The band and their laptop were so energetic, Pam was constantly engaging with the crowd talking to us, doing comic dances (or normal dances) and generally having fun around the assorted Capetonians who met to watch. TheArrows being a two person band is unusual but it worked perfectly well and better, in the bands own words, “two is the new four”. There was a time when a third person, the delicious Mark (bass for the DirtySkirts), joined TheArrows on stage and that kept the atmosphere elevated. Pam had on a beautiful sparkly blue blouse which I would very much like to own. I had so much fun, it was an experience almost individual to Cape Town and I hope that in the years to come I do , feel and act more and better than what I did last night.

IzikoNationalArtGallery

August7, Sunday

Iziko National Art Gallery

Feeling really ill today.  Muscle ache from a flu, It feels like there is a thick sap trapped in the discs between my spinal column. Irrespective I went. Took an early Jammie. The sun made a brilliant appearance after a brief absence of leave.

On show at the gallery is a series of photographs taken by Drum photographers in the hey days of the magazine. The focus is around the South African Indian community in the 1950s and the places they hung out like “little Chicago” in Durban. It was amazing to look at photographs again after my own absence of leave from photography. I loved looking at the photographs set up in the exhibition space. That series of photographs impacted me heavily. As a (sometimes) ignorant  South African it was really poignant to see the deep history of the Indian community. The black and white portraiture was effective in humanizing and beautifying  an often ridiculed stereotyped and marginalized community . Another series of photographs were by Rajinth Kally under the byline ,through the lens of Durban’s veteran photographer ,and were curated by Raison Naidoo. The series, photographed impoverished Indian communities, and legendary South Africans Albert Luthuli and his wife(I feel terrible for reducing her to this title) and Miriam Makeba and her then partner Sonny Pillay, the “glamour couple”( I’m desperate to be in a glamour couple with someone, out to seek my fame like these two). I loved the photograph of the Luthuli’s together at their spaza shop( who knew they had one?) and of Makeba and Pillay, the idea of the two of them going abroad to seek their destinies is one I love and hope I have the courage to take on.

Also on exhibition was the work of Vladimir Tretchikoff curated by Andrew Lamprecht (who I saw giving a very detailed tour to some elderly Capetonians). I was particularly excited to see the painting, Chinese girl, as I’d read about the artist and the muse previously. It was beautiful. Tretchikoff did some still life’s early in his career and among them are many-many paintings of chrysenthums. It got me remembering how I desperately wanted to get one tattooed on my hip. Luckily I didn’t do it, it may have been gross.

After the gallery we popped into Fat Cactus a(Mexican) restaurant just off Kloof Street. It was nice. I had nothing to eat, felt to sick to eat fajita's and quesadilla's. The waitress was a funny Afrikaans lady, very strange. I liked it.

Took the Jammie back and went to bed. Slept but remained a wake. My nose was dripping the entire time. Not pleasant.