I am A mountain, I am sea, you can’t take that away from me.
We fit like ice cream on an open wound.
I just want to take my chance to live through a miracle.
Biffy Clyro lyrics. Follow my latest obsession on twitter @Biffy_Clyro.
Tuesday, December 20, 2011
My black is beautiful: high end worthy
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.
Images via whatzandidnext.tumblr
Thursday, December 8, 2011
This weekend
I’ll make face with an anticipated market stop between the fairy intentions of visiting Knysna on my off days. This girl is still pretty new to the city so do say hi.
Pictures courtesy of below 300 and man of the cloth.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
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