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Wednesday, 1 January 2014

Hi.

I love the end of year vacation, how one can easily vacillate between reckless abandon and heart felt reflection. I’m all about that reckless abandon (which may or may not be accompanied by a strong, cold beverage (s) ) but right now I’m in an overwhelmingly reflective mood and so this is perhaps the perfect time so say a few things. So much has happened these past few months; leaving Grahamstown, saying goodbye to good friends, handing in my Honours Thesis, writing finals, looking for a new place to stay, as well as resting and thinking about the next two or so years, specifically, the things I want out of my own life and how much I would be willing to do to get myself there (academically, personally etc. etc.)
I also had to think about this blog, what was I doing and where was I going with it? What was it really about? Was it worth it anymore? Was it worth my time but most importantly was it worth the time of the few faithfuls who followed the posts, liked the pictures, appreciated the mostly light hearted social and cultural commentary? Not to sound vapid but it really was like that critical moment in a relationship when you've been with someone for a good amount of time and you now have to decide what you want from each other and if each is willing to give what is required; that painfully awkward moment when you know this either ends now or you move on together, more committed than before. These past few months have been that for me and this blog and like a bad girlfriend I neglected LTH and took sometime for myself to see if I was still in this, or if it was the painfully inevitable end.
   
I’m sure some of you are thinking “Its just a blog, why all this existentialism?"  But this is not and has never been 'just a blog' for me, university takes a whooole lot of your time and for almost three years this was the only creative outlet I had and so it became a place of catharsis and creation – and, I confess, it was a place where I could say whatever the hell I wanted, which is also nice. With that said how could I ever let it go? This space which has given me inspiration and which I hope has inspired others, how could I then dismiss it? I don’t believe I am ready to close shop just yet.  This year I am doing my masters in Psychology at Stellenbosh (can I get a whoop whoop!) and I will have even less time to blog but perhaps that will push me to make my content richer and more substantial; my blogging time will be more precious so my posts will be more thought out and inspired. Hai but as well ke bua haholo (I talk/promise too much sometimes) so we will just wait and see.
For now though I just feel like there’s nothing to lose if we carry on a little bit longer so...lets just roll with it for a few more years, see where this takes us?
Love to you and for you.


And of course, a very happy and prosperous new year. 

xx.

Friday, 4 October 2013

King Michael for your Friday

My week was filled with expletives; less those of confidence and self-punting and more those of frustration and extreme despondency. I thank God for instant pick me ups like Michael Jackson songs whose lyrics you know because your mother wouldn't stop playing his greatest hits album at a certain stage in your childhood. And I am always thankful for Fridays (and Friday drinks at Grotto Mojito).

Happy Weekend everyone, and enjoy the Michael throwback.


Saturday, 28 September 2013

Why Miss Moss is Awesome

While the rest of us lie in our beds on Saturday afternoon eating (too many) Rascals, contemplating which romantic movie we are going to subject ourselves to that evening others, like Diana Moss of the inimitable Miss Moss Blog, are probably hard at work curating another wonderful comparison series for us to feast our eyes on.
Every single comparison series Miss Moss has done I have thoroughly enjoyed and this one's no exception.










Have you seen anything so beautiful? I know that if I even attempted making some sort of post about how 'one beautiful thing looks like another beautiful thing' it would probably end up looking a bit like this:


Disastrous. hahaha. 
Luckily though, the world doesn't need to put up with my weird, failed attempts. 




The Power Cape


The Power Cape by Duro Olowu

Tuesday, 24 September 2013

Lovers in the Parking Lot



As the self-proclaimed spokesperson of all things Solange a post about her on this blog is inevitable, especially now that she has (finally) released her music video for "Lovers in the Parking Lot". Co-produced by herself and The Creators Project this video, apart from the fact that "Lovers in the Parking" is now as beautiful to watch as it is to sing along to, taught me two things: 1) the True EP is one the best things to happen to the pop/alternative genre in a while and 2) dancing like Solange should be a general life goal;  by 'dancing like Solange' I do not mean trying (and subsequently, obviously ) failing to imitate those eighties inspired moves but instead dancing like you yourself are the star and producer of your own damn music video.


Monday, 16 September 2013

What was NYFW

Before we get carried away with the various current shows from London, lets step back and take a look at some of the shows that really stood out (well, for me anyway) in New York. Unless of course you are totally over NY and have no interest in talking about what past, which then makes this whole post really awkward.

Altuzarra:




3.1 Phillip Lim: 


Proenza Schouler:


Victoria Beckham: 



and last but not least, Prabal Gurung: 




all shows were peeped here

Saturday, 14 September 2013

Isn't it Ironic?

Funny story, I tore a ligament in my knee while walking down the stairs a few months ago - no I know its not  actually funny but it is highly amusing how the one person who detests any form of exercise or work out (me) happens to obtain one of the most common sports injuries. This is a twisted ironic joke the universe is playing on me (obvs) and I assume it's payback for all those gym memberships I joined but never actually went to (woops).

To make matters worse, my former fully-abled self would have never dreamt of wearing, purchasing or covetting any shoe more than 2 inches off the ground, but now, in the midst of this injury (and the subsequent limp-swagger-walk that comes with it) I find myself obsessing over heels. I guess its less about the idealistic glamour, boldness and romanticism that a high heeled shoe symbolises that's making me go crazy over them right now and more about the fact that - now that I really can't wear them, I really want them. Very funny universe, very funny.