STUCK IN TRAFFIC

Sometimes it's useful having a phone with a camera, no matter how crappy it is, and being stuck in traffic. 

Oh right, yeah, this is just Cape Town showing off pastel blues.

It does that occasionally.

A MONTH ON FILM

My brother sourced the camera that I first started taking photos with in order to re-kindle my love for photography. He found the beautiful Minolta x700, which my dad used to keep in a silver case at the bottom of his bookshelf, on eBay in a good condition. 

The camera is heavy enough to sit comfortably in my hands, and it's light enough to lug around in my handbag. When I spy through the 50mm lens, the colours appear magical. 

I'm still getting used to the camera but here are some of my attempts. It appears that my love for taking pictures is sticking around like a rumble in the jungle. 

WHO ARE THE JESUS FREAKS?

Many of my English friends have asked me what on earth Freakstock and the Jesus Freaks, which I keep talking about, is all about.

Let me explain the:
what,
where
and who.

THANK YOU GOOGLE

I was perusing the internet (as one does on windy, cold nights!) and found this guy and his rad, little illustrations. They are so sweet and honest, exposing inner dialogues with such softness.

Also, he's got budding illustration skills.

DIVE FOR DREAMS

dive for dreams
or a slogan may topple you
(trees are their roots
and wind is wind)

FERNWEH

These are some photos my brother took of me, and some I took of him and the Danish landscape. Sometimes, when I really miss him, because he's so close to me, and a part of me, I look at the photos of our times spent together.

I think this was probably the coolest roadtrip we ever did. It was towards the murky, grey end of summer in Hamburg. And we were blessed with sunshine and blue sky, booked a rental car last-minute and enjoyed a weekend in Denmark. We didn't even pack sunscreen because we thought the weather would be so bad.

And my brother, having bunked a day of work, returned to the office on Monday morning with sunburn.

WILD

“It was all unknown to me then, as I sat on that white bench on the day I finished my hike. Everything except the fact that I didn't have to know. That is was enough to trust that what I'd done was true. To understand its meaning without yet being able to say precisely what it was, like all those lines from The Dream of a Common Language that had run through my nights and days. To believe that I didn't need to reach with my bare hands anymore. To know that seeing the fish beneath the surface of the water was enough. That it was everything. It was my life - like all lives, mysterious and irrevocable and sacred. So very close, so very present, so very belonging to me. How wild it was, to let it be.” 

― Cheryl Strayed

STEADY IN YOUR BOOTS

My brother has started his own business as a photographer.
He created an awesome and sleek website.
I am impressed.

WEEKEND AWAY IN BETTY'S BAY

PUBLIC ART IN CAPE TOWN

In light of the recent debate about public art in Cape Town, I really enjoyed reading Roger Young's article about the Tokolos.

“Those who would call it vandalism are stuck in a strange idealistic bubble that is blind to the hierarchies of public space. We have billboards and advertisements that invade out public space. We are forced to look at Johnnie Walker ads even though we as the public never gave them permission to put that shit up … In a system in which we, as the people, have no right to creatively participate in public space, it cannot be seen as vandalism to reoccupy that space. This is what art should do – break down barriers. Money should not dictate the right to mould our city.”