Wednesday, 16 April 2014

TELL EM THAT'S IT'S MY BIRTHDAY

I wrote a post last night where I got kind of moody about today. It started like this:
Today is my birthday. Today is my birthday. It's a bit weird to type/say/think out without singing the rest of that one Lorde song from Pure Heroine. But today is my birthday and I'm sixteen. 


Except I don't feel sixteen. And I don't know if it's because I haven't fully recovered from last year's turning-the-only-difference-between-fourteen-and-fifteen-is-twelve-months disease (I sort of blogged about it here). Or maybe it's because all of my friends have always been a year older than me and hearing about driving permits, job applications and the stress of university applications has me wishing. Or maybe it's because this is the first time my birthday's in the holidays.
Whatever it is, I don't feel sixteen. I've taken to telling everyone I'm seventeen going on sixty-three. It's not that I'm not ashamed of sixteen or just actively lying to people but in my mind I am not sixteen. I guess this is reverse mid-life crisis or something. Except it's not a bad thing.

I'm probably just this confused because I haven't enjoyed a birthday since Grade Seven. This time last year, most of my friends had disappointed/upset me, my mom forgot, I took the bus late, fell asleep and ended up at the wrong stop. I walked home, with a heavy heart and heavy school bag, wearing a bra (red flag number eighty-three), in tears because everything was so miserable. And then no one wanted to go out for my birthday (I quasi-blogged through my feelings and soon last the nicest blazer I've ever owned).

But while most of those feelings are still in my soul, I am so happy. It's been such a great day already and I haven't felt this glad about my birthday since I was twelve. So I wanna do something, like, big to commerate this. Well, bigger than my thighs will be after the truckloads of carbs and fizzy drinks I'm about to dive into today. I'm thinking a giveaway or making a care package(s) (with, like, a journal, sparkly pens, sweets that can survive long distance of any sort, a flower tiara/something cutesy and craftsy and so on) so I just wanna know who would be interested.

And here's some stuff from the past six days of holiday!

Forever and ever and ever (16 has been amazing)
Khenzo xx

Monday, 14 April 2014

#MRPVIP Y'all Didn't Think I Could Bump Like This

mr price sandton mrp vip event
Photo from the Mr Price blog.
Last week Thursday, Mr Price Sandton had its doors exclusively open until almost midnight to host bloggers, Instagram gems and other Internet folk so that they could preview and shop the Autumn 2014 collection before anyone else. They ran competitions for their Sandton, Gateway and Canal Walk stores for one lucky entrant and a friend to be MRP VIPs and, you can roll your eyes here, I WON.

my birthday is on wednesday

It was a little unorganised as I found out the day of, weeks after entering and soon forgetting, so I didn't even know who to take and, most importantly, what to wear. Luckily, one of my Internet friends (who I've been wanting to meet for over four months now and is mutual friends with some friends of mine yet we hadn't met each other and who I have so much in common with), Khensani, from Oh Kenzo, was available. Even though I'd settled into my uniform boyfriend jeans from Cotton On (I swear all my friends roll their eyes and sigh like cartoon characters everytime I show up in them), it was so good to finally be at an event where I wasn't being treated like a novice/child/outsider (in the case of MBFWJ, it was almost all three). I'm not so jaded about industry stuff anymore now.
But, then again, besides Khensani, I didn't make any new friends.
south african teen bloggers, khensani and khensani
south african teen bloggers, khensani and khensani
instagram mrpvip event sandtoninstagram mrpvip event sandton
How absolutely gorgeous is Khensani?
I wore my (genuine, you guys, suck it) leather jacket, Adventure Time swimsuit from Bianca Kim, Cotton On jeans (obvvsss) and really uncomfortable, no support but look hella PU sandals from Mr Price.
I was just fresh from a long, fatty day at school so I wasn't keen on taking a lot of scenic photos but the store was done up really perddyyy though. It sucked that I'd eaten so much before because they were serving super cutesy, delicious finger foods and deserts all served in Tumblrific ways (like glasses of fries and a marshmallow wall).
my birthday is on wednesday
The atmosphere was great as well. The cashiers were hella turnt and cheered for purchases all night long. The DJ was playing sick tunes that, if weren't for my bad foot and lack of, uh, 'influence', I would've found myself doing some (of that thing I think is) dancing. 
seriously, though, my birthday's spitting distance away
The clothes for the winter collection were amazing but I was too indecisive to buy more things. I did get a Bart Simpson jumper, a leather skirt (that I hate already) and a boxy crop top. There were so many things I was in love with but I was scared of going home and hating it on myself. 
mrpvip street style kefi mabote
mrpvip event sandton marshmallow wall
mrpvip event sandton marshmallow wall
mrpvip event sandton city
mrpvip event sandton city
mrpvip event sandton city selfie booth
south african bloggers leanne and irina doman
Sweeties: Leanne from Arum Lilea and Irina from I'll Take It All.
mrpvip sandton city
mrpvip sandton city
mrpvip sandton city
mrpvip sandton city
mrpvip sandton city

Oh, just in case you didn't know: MY BIRTHDAY IS ON WEDNESDAY WUUTT
Forever,
Khenzo xx

Sunday, 13 April 2014

You Need to Call Tyrone But You Can't Use My Phone, Cape Town

My recent trip to Cape Town for the Cape Town International Jazz Festival (where I worshiped the queen, Erykah Badu and discovered the amazingness of Haitus Kaiyote) has made really, like, lax and chill about everything. Including putting together several posts, especially this one. I don't understand how anyone gets anything done in Cape Town, it's so easy to have turn down nights and stroll around.
Cape Town was so good to me. The people, the weather and the scenery (oh my god, we even did one of those city bus tour things that tourists love) were perfect. I finally understand the allure of that Los Angeles/beachy/boho life where everyone drives at 60km/h in the CBD, knocks back drinks on Sunday afternoons with not a care in the world, where you can walk everywhere and cabs are ridiculously cheap because everything is so close together.
I'm so conflicted as to whether I want to remain the city girl I like to pretend I am or just pack it up, take a twelve hour bus to Cape Town and wear sandals every day. 
Cape Town is like another world. Another world where the sun sets at 8PM and the CBD isn't busy on a Sunday.
 Cue My So-Called Life voice over by Angela: "My parents keep asking how school was. It's like saying, 'How was that drive-by shooting?' You don't care how it was, you're lucky to get out alive."
Oh, I have braids in now. In case you haven't noticed.
 This is me not having time for anybody.
I went to the Cape Town Jazz Festival with my family because I'm a loser and I haven't been to Cape Town since 2009 so I have no friends there. I was sleepy, there weren't any young Turkish guys who wanted to whisk me away to the Caribbean to just watch reruns of Rugrats and eat mangoes. I ran into the above photographed cool cats on my way to cab and it turns out that not only are they, like, my type of people, they also go/went to the Cape Town board of my school. It was hella. Hanging with them is like in Perks of Being Wallflower when Charlie's in the car with Sam and Patrick and feels infinite. It was like they were showing me the world. It was intense and the best.
I woke up at 4AM the day after the Jazz Festival and took a long shower and sat on the balcony of our hotel room and took photos and painted. This was the better of my paintings. I felt so at peace with the ocean on the horizon and the smell of my poster paint and the warmth of a long, hot shower on your skin.
That same day I got to meet my Internet frrraann, Zipho, from Tony Gum. She is my absolute favourite South African blogger. It was so strange because talking to Zipho was like talking to an old friend. It's scary when you've fan-girled over someone for so long and meeting them could either be the very best thing or horrifying. What if you've idolised them, what if they're a catfish, what if they're not in a position to reciprocate your energy? It was the very best thing for me.

Forever,
Khenzo xx

Monday, 31 March 2014

Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week Joburg - Day 3

minnie dlamini elle winners josh lubinsky khensani mohlatlole
For someone with such short-term vision, I think I'm gonna risk jinxing myself and say that 2014 is a good year. I just want to thank Elle SA and Mercedes-Benz for making such a great day possible. I really wouldn't wanted to have it any other way else.

I've delayed actually writing this for the longest of time because I don't even know what my life is right now so here are some pretty photos from a great (long) day. The little report back I did for Elle will better capture how I felt right after the events - this is the link. And this. As well as this. Oh, and this.
elle street style reporter niquita bento
Elle Style Reporter, Niquita Benta who is literally the sweetest person ever with the nicest legs as well.
elle competition the maslow
minnie dlamini get her hair done
That's South Africa's diamond, Minnie Dlamini, getting her hair done.
elle fashion editor tarryn oppel
That's Elle fashion editor, Tarryn Oppel, who makes the greatest spreads.
minnie dlamini getting her makeup done
Minnie getting her face done.

minnie dlamini getting her makeup done

minnie dlamini getting her makeup done









mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style

mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style

josh lubinsky and khensani mohlatlole dressed in david tlale
minnie dlamini mbfwj david tlale
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style

These are photos taken by Niquita Bento that are live on the Elle blog:
And now we resume to our regular programming:
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style

mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style

mercedes-benz fashion week joburg 2014 street style
Hopefully I'll get the courage to do a reflective post on the whole experience and how I feel about fashion people and the South African fashion industry.
Forever
Khenzo x

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