Monday, 3 March 2014
#RAPTURE 2014 : Shady Made Me
I'm pretty sure the rest of my life's downhill from here since I know I was born to go to an Eminem concert, ruin my larynx shouting his praise and crying my weight in tears. I've reached my life goal. I mean, I looked up to the same sky as him and breathed the same air as him and it was just all so cerebral.
It's so hard to wrap your head around the fact that someone you've idolised for so long and have only ever seen through TV and computer screens, someone who made you realise what music really is and what music could be, to see this person live. As an animate object. As a real thing. Someone you can touch and hear and can hear you and sees you. And no matter how long you spend imagining it and picturing it and creating it in your mind, it is never as great as it will be in real life.
And that's the greatest thing about it all: it's real.
Josh. Like, that shit doesn't happen in real life, right? But it did. It was all tangible and there. And I feel like Action Bronson touching me was virtually the same as Eminem touching me which is virtually the same as nirvana.
Josh, who is like the coolest kid in all of Joburg (maybe even the world) with the best shit. I mean, he was the best dressed guy there.
I wore my Bianca Kim Lumpy Space Princess swim/bodysuit (that I raved about here), high waisted galazy print short-shorts also from Bianca Kim with my new obsession, this great vintage jacket I got from the online store, Better Half Clothing. And who am I without mismatched socks and my navy creepers from Turkey.
From what I remember Josh was wearing Doc Martens (the real kind, you guys), Topshop jeans and his awe-inspiring Tupac is from Bank in London.
Image source (beautiful Marshall on stage)
Also, sorry about the bad quality of the photos. I didn't think to bring my SLR to take proper outfit photos.