dadda

dadda

my dad as a youngster…. happy father’s day love love love xoxo

air dita

i’m so tied up with real & personal work right now that i’ve neglected to blog anything worthwhile in the past few days. unfortunately that will continue for a couple more days as i look forward to a busy weekend and attending my first ever big sporting event (aka fifa world cup soccer match) on monday. i’m really not into sports, at all… but like everyone else i’ve been swept up by fifa fever, as you may have noticed.

doo wop

my copy of the miseducation of lauryn hill was basically the soundtrack to my life when i was 15 (as well as the fugees, actually). to the point where not only did i know the words to all the songs, but i knew the words of the interludes of the children discussing things between each track. i am craving for her to make a comeback, big time. but who knows if that’s ever going to happen? for now i can take solace in one of my favourite ever music videos:

we’ll always have mexico

the mood across SA is a bit sad this morning (if you don’t follow the world cup…) and even though its technically not over for bafana yet, some people’s optimism has wained considerably since that awesome opening game against mexico. but my spirit isn’t broken, because i haven’t seen the country united like this since the 1995 rugby world cup.

june is nice

02 june is nice

a new music mix for you! mostly newish music, but one old (superb) paul simon tune thrown in for good measure. song list is as follows:

land art

i have always really loved land art (strijdom van der merwe is a particular favourite), and i know some people might scoff at the concept but most of the time i find it more interesting to look at than traditional sculpture… perhaps it’s just my tiny inner hippy that finds it appealing. i discovered richard shilling recently, imagine going for a walk in the forest and discovering one of these beauties…

brrrrrr

as i type this it’s 6.4°C outside (and i’m cursing myself for leaving my fingerless gloves at home). i visited one of my best friends the other day and her gran had left her a genuine fur coat in her will (i think it was… leopard? it was some kind of hectic big cat fur). i tried it on and even though it was lovely and warm i felt really, really wrong wearing it and had to take it off after not even a minute. perhaps if i lived as an inuit wearing fur would be okay, but for now i will just admire how nice it looks and maybe look for a coat of the fake variety.

yale joel

yale joel was an american photographer who started taking pictures at the age of 19. he was a combat photographer during WWII and eventually became a staff photographer at LIFE magazine. he died in 2006 at the age of 87