Monday, 7 September 2015

A Crash Course in Cape Town Cool

With Spring and both SA and Mercedes-Benz Fashion Weeks around the corner (along with the subsequent "omg how am i gonna prove to jozi cool kids that, you know, if i try hard enuf i could be one of them" sartorial panic), I've been pondering a very cliched renewal and refresh. Mostly in the case of my level of cool barely cutting it in the mainland and what that could mean when I'm trying to coerce -- I mean convince -- kids into being my friends should I make it to the shores for the afterlife (read: university).

Boy, am I going to have to develop a great personality or something equally as insipid because I do not have the juice like that. I don't know if it's that early 2000s Old Money tendency towards pretending you bought your Ralph Lauren and Chanel that moth-eaten and hand-me-down-y, or maybe the mother city's infamous winds or just that everyone on the Atlantic seaboard is so ready for a tsunami or some wild, wild waves that they're wearing all their favourite items at once.

While Joburg Barbies are moving closer and closer to that clean-cut, hard line geometric minimalism that sees the second coming of the Adidas stripe, careful proportion play and athleisure neoprene and net fabrics, I'm still stuck in that circa 2008 time warp with a bigger is better soundtrack. I've expressed this sentiment earlier in my give me a new millenium post but no one has locally been feeding me the vibes and aesthetics I really crave.

Well, at least until I finally caught up on July's Mercedes Benz Fashion Week Cape Town bookmarks.

Nina Milner at MBFWCT (source)
Marianne Fassler (source)

MBFWCT was one of the first fashion week instances when ready-to-wear designers were sustaining my life force much better than the actual street style. I guess my resistance to change hasn't reached all the high street trend setters (note: I am also partly jelly because I can't bring myself to not mix patterns or grasp minimalism beyond the position of voyeur). But Marianne Fassler, Habits and Nicole West were giving me that #YOLO wear all your favourite things at once / Old Money "moth eaten" silk / proportions and fabrics lighter than the weather / circular sunglass framed artisanal coffee shop alternative rap/rock cyber kasi / pseudo-safari(ugh that should so be a thing) look. This has also always been my favourite aspect to Cape Town cool kids like Daisie Jo and Tony (who I will never stop referencing).
Tony Gum doing all of it (source)
Daisie Jo (who's also my favourite Elle Rising Star finalist)
Habits (source)

Nicola West (source)

If anyone needs me I'll be investing in large quantities of chiffon, organza and rainbow spectrum prints and patterns. Should you spot me in your neighbourhood craft beer garden or roaming the meeting points of Johannesburg's Dutch and English architecture, don't be swayed by my carefully constructed look of disdain or that I've had Cherry Bomb on loop - I'm still very obviously a loser kid.

Sunday, 21 June 2015

Winter Is Coming

The hottest club this winter has to be fleshy shades of pinks, reds and beiges to counteract the overbearing, over-saturated shades of yellow and orange coming through this season. South African winters are very dizzying as the sky gets bluer and the sun supernovas into yellows so bright they grow macabre but, at the same time, the temperature barely rises above 20. Which I'm sure to all ye Northern Hemisphere kids is a breezy summer day, but my drying valley of bones cannot deal. If it could at least look like winter-- you know, overcast skies, wind, trees without leaves-- I might be able to get into the whole winter vibe, fantasise about layering textures, patterns and what not. Instead I have to deal with what looks like summer on steroids but feels like the depths of my soul.

You'd think this constant summer that's not summer would mean that Scandinavian brand of sadness would go away (you know, the unhappiness behind all our favourite Dutch/German paintings and shades of blue) but the not summer part intensifies it ten fold to a Saharan Sadness that won't go away. It's a lot if misplacement and not knowing how many jerseys to wear. The skies remain a cloudless, terrific shade of blue throughout all this.

Babble aside, you're thinking of a white Christmas, I'm imagining a brown winter filled with grandma motifs (rose patterns, porcelain, plastic covers), 24 hour mood lighting and lots of frumpy, asymmetrical lines. Nothing matters. Hail Satan.
 top: still from The Virgin Suicides c/o of Google Image search // left and right: stills from Twin Peaks c/o Google Image Search // stills from Xxplosive music video by Dope Saint Jude (screencaps)
 left: Teenage Gaze by Petra Collins // right: my friend, Lukhanyo at Liquidchef's two months ago
 top: The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert still (from tumblr) // bottom: Teenage Gaze by Petra Collins
 A.W.A.K.E. Fall 2015 Ready-to-Wear collection (from
 Teenage Gaze by Petra Collins
 The supreme babe, Zipho (Tony Gum Online)
 A Rookie Mag photo set entitled The Way Home
 Babyghost Fall 2015 Ready-to-Wear // pieces from the Central Saint Martins show including that of Samuel Guidong Yang and Matty Bovan (all photos from
 Bree in Desperate Housewives, c/o of Google Images
 Kirsten Dunst's pelvis, somewhere on Tumblr
Physical Education by Sipho Mpongo and Zipho/Tony, from Tony Gum
 The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert
 (Central Saint Martins show)
 From Zipho's tumblr
 Rookie Mag photoset entitled Twilight Shine
Still from Heathers.

I love all you dead gay sons. Tell me about your summers and all the vibrant shades you're envisioning this June/July.

Sunday, 24 May 2015

From Mad Hatters to Book Launches

There's nothing like sitting around on a Friday night wanting plans because you are so funny and so cool and everyone should witness it only to actually have very full Saturday and realise that you're a pile of bricks with nothing to wear actually.

A friend invited me to the book launch of his self-published anthalogy of poems, You Are the Sky on Saturday night. It was a really lovely evening with his friends performing music, poetry and the like. It was really affirming to see so many people band behind this kid, I mean he's eighteen years old with his own book, and just come out to genuinely support him and buy his product. It was a great reminder that sometimes all you have to do is just put yourself out there and people will support. 
Earlier that Saturday I also went to an Alice In Wonderland themed tea party which was hosted in my friend's so-called backyard (I don't know if you can still give it the label of the homely 'backyard' when there's a private dam and her very own population of geese). We got manicures, painted the roses red, make a quilt and ate a lot of cookies and drank lots of tea out of 'drink me' bottles and 'eat me' trays.

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