HEY THERE, COWBOY!

So, my sister's friend Talana asked me to photograph her company's end of year function. The theme was Wild West and it was the cutest event that even featured a mechanical bull. I love Talana's style and touch for decor.

A CITY AT DUSK

“Soon it got dusk, a grapy dusk, a purple dusk over tangerine groves and long melon fields; the sun the color of pressed grapes, slashed with burgandy red, the fields the color of love and Spanish mysteries.”

Jack Kerouac

“A large drop of sun lingered on the horizon and then dripped over and was gone, and the sky was brilliant over the spot where it had gone, and a torn cloud, like a bloody rag, hung over the spot of its going. And dusk crept over the sky from the eastern horizon, and darkness crept over the land from the east.”  

John Steinbeck

“I see there is a good deal of grandiloquence in my book — my friends and foes have told me. I think it must be true, for there is a good deal of grandiloquence in me — and in nature also: I saw a sunset last evening that was a gross imposition upon modesty.” 

Max Ehrman

SOULFUL

FOR MY BROTHER

This post is especially for my brother because he deleted his Facebook account. But I really want him to see my Cape Town photos, which I got developed today.

He gave me the best advice and said, "Get all the cheesy shots out of your system".

I used my gorgeous little Olympus Trip 35 and Kodak Gold 400 ISO film.

WYNBERG COMMON GROUND CHURCH

Wynberg's Common Ground church held a Ladies' event last weekend. I went and took some photos, while my sister decorated the hall. Here are some of my favourite shots.

VINTAGE DESK IDEAS

COUNT DOWN

I made this for a friend of mine last year. She had just moved into her own apartment at the age of thirty, after moving around quite a lot. I stole the saying from a song...I don't remember which. Sometimes you meet someone and you know their heart is set in stone in a very specific place, and your home won't ever be theirs. 

LIFE ONLINE

Since moving back to Cape Town, I really miss having a good selection of furniture on offer. Living in Germany made me take weekend trips to IKEA for granted. As long as slow-walking couples, dreaming of imagined futures, and toddlers with tantrums could be avoided, life was good. I now also miss my weekend trips to flea markets or buying cheap second-hand furniture online.

Goodness me. Lifestyle products are expensive in Cape Town. I long for the sleek, clean lines of a Swedish-inspired design and I promise I won't laugh that it's mass-produced and a mere facsimile, at a shop whose brand pushes a fictitious Swedish lifestyle. 

Most of all - I miss online shopping. It's best summarised by a conversation with my brother:

TO RETURN

The Weary One 

By (the most awesome!) Pablo Neruda

The weary one, orphan 
of the masses, the self, 
the crushed one, the one made of concrete, 
the one without a country in crowded restaurants, 
he who wanted to go far away, always farther away, 
didn't know what to do there, whether he wanted 
or didn't want to leave or remain on the island, 
the hesitant one, the hybrid, entangled in himself, 
had no place here: the straight-angled stone, 
the infinite look of the granite prism, 
the circular solitude all banished him: 
he went somewhere else with his sorrows, 
he returned to the agony of his native land, 
to his indecisions, of winter and summer.

HAMBURG ALWAYS IN MY HEART

My friends and brother made me the most beautiful farewell video to the most beautiful Alt J song. Yes, can you tell I am slightly obsessed by this band?