Monday, January 2, 2012
I find the newest n more creative publication covers better than the more commercial orientated magazines that prey off celebrities for validation. My respect is established by art alone. Visual novelty, risks, conviction = creativity. Fashion.
Having earned the title of collector (4 years running, uhm… the same amount of time it takes to complete a degree. Yes), collecting 4 national representations of internationally initiated magazines. And, ritual follower of online versions of any fashion source available. I think I’ve equipped myself with the knowledge and discernment to tell liberal from conventional from creative from bad. Cover wise.
Voila is that South African mag is there, in terms of creativity. This magazine (cover), guys, is too cool. It just needs to work on content. Everything inside. Feels free. Like it is. It should feel like a treat, a undeserved pleasure to have the opportunity to experience the efforts of creatives at par. I mean, that’s the only reason I often overlook the recycled covers of those other magazines.The only ripe publication in good standing is Vogue. Again, we were talking about covers
Sunday, January 1, 2012
NYE? Mine… memorable. Christmas was spent inducing the pain of insomniac behaviour while texting my family about the 7 kinds of meat a colleague’s family served. I spend the rest of that week buying gifts for both myself and brother; receiving a kindle; milky tray (then having to laugh, cry and moan over the assumptions of the meaning of the coupled words, hehe… its assorted chocolates by the way). New Year’s Eve was pretty fun on Cape Town’s Long Street.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The scarcity of ethnic models in high fashion platforms offends me. The worst part of it all is that those few famous for representing the unimaginable amount of diversity innate the word black* are expected to imitate western standards. Straight hair. If not, a collection of purchased hair to fit the description. “But why?”
Pop Africana., bStore magazine, fuck yeah ethnic models.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
The spook “paah!” sound of a pooped balloon marked the most exciting part of my month. This only reveals my misery in having to abandon the liberal essence of my existence. I am not happy. I am happy. I am not happy enough. That’s just it. I live to express passion, instead of fulfilling duty in this time of tension between life and death. Is that so bad? I live for excitement. I miss that.
Monday, December 12, 2011
To shame, with the fact I haven’t felt the need to dip in the Atlantic Ocean. Sad really. Been living in Cape Town for almost a month and my time has been scattered unwisely. Forgive myself? I shall, because having no friends to share the experience would make the effort unpleasant.
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