let’s run away together and just do this. photos by anna v. + marek s.
current wants indelicately smashed into one post
i want to go to there…
… and to there
i want everything rachel comey has ever made
… as well as mostly everything from asos
i want this calendar
… and this book
i want to bring back a bike from velo vintage in paris
i want joelle to keep posting old family photos…
i want to be friends with this girl because she looks rad. okay maybe i just want to be her.
i want to swim with these dogs (strangely enough)
i want to high five this guy
i want to be a kid again
and i want to marry jon hamm. the end.
warm-sunshiney-gelato-fresh-fig-mediterranean-sea filled italian holiday. this is what jacinta moore did.
i didn’t take a lot of photos this holiday because i was either eating, reading, drinking, eating, lying in the sun, snoozing, eating, drinking, walking on the beach, riding my bike, eating, napping etc etc. you know? but i did wander onto the beach one evening before sunset to take these shots. the sky really was all pink & blue! maaagical.
going back to work on monday, but at least the weather will still be allowing this for the next few months…
hope you had a great holiday! all photos by Yosigo (bañistas means bathers in spanish)
i’m on holiday for a wee while. just over 3 weeks to be exact, boom! i won’t be on the computer much (or at all, hopefully) – but i have set up some posts to go off like clockwork around here. so, to keep going with the summer / holiday spirit…. here are some lovely old beach pics for you:
From 1959 to 1963 my father took photos of ordinary people in Cape Town.
to kick off my summer holiday, some very summery images from matteo parrini aka jack the ripper. beach! swimming! snorkelling! diving! weee!
holy moly, it’s only 18 odd days and then my SUMMER HOLIDAY starts. today i’m reflecting on summer holidays of old, 99.9% of the time spent by the sea (where else?). our family haunts were:
when i was very small, we went camping in knysna. i don’t remember much else apart from squishing around in the mud of the lagoon when it was low tide looking for crabs. the ever present silver kombi was there (that thing took us everywhere, all over south africa, for years and years – then it was stolen from outside my parent’s house and found weeks later in lesotho full of chicken feathers)
and more significantly…
we stayed on a wooden houseboat that was owned by the south african parksboard (i think it still is). my dad played a role in helping sanparks establish the west coast national park (and designed the houseboat) in the late eighties – evidently why we went there so often. it was the BEST!
the houseboat when it was launched
i distinctly remember the long drive there in the trusty kombi, and finally arriving in the public parking lot. it was ‘paved’ with hot white/grey gravel and those horrible 3 sided thorns that you had to watch out for as you made your way to the path that wound down to the jetty (there were also public long drop loos in the parking lot, they fascinated me – in a gross way). i can actually smell the sea and that beachy fynbos aroma just thinking about it…. also the constant low hum of cicadas in the heat.
don’t forget the rubberduck, holiday necessity of note (and how you got to the houseboat)
my dad & brothers would sail our yacht (teenybobber – heee) from gordon’s bay harbour and park it (park it? anchor it) next to the houseboat and we would stay there for what felt like…. months.
in our swimming costumes all day
jumping off every possible surface into the sea (including from the roof)
giggling at people trying to windsurf (my dad in that picture)
if not swimming, then colouring stuff in (also looking fashionable)
chops & wors from the teeny tiny braai (wearing super white block out sunblock)
drinking cooldrink (sometimes coke, if you were lucky) as the sun went down (no beer for me back then, my dad drank castle dumpies though). aaaah… it was truly flinging flanging magical! really the best holiday a kid could have (and all done without any TV’s or video games).
nowadays we hang out in betty’s bay, where we’ve had a holiday house for almost 10 years.
it’s my seaside destination of choice because not a lot of people bother with betty’s (they usually scoot straight past to hermanus, which is so overcrowded you couldn’t pay me to go there) and it’s close enough that the drive is only around an hour, but far enough away that it really feels like holiday.
not exactly the prettiest town, but certainly some of the prettiest beaches (usually it’s all clear skies in summer, but check that cloud out!)
… and definitely one of the most beautiful coastal stretches in the world.
if you’re on holiday soon (or not), a happy summer to you! if you live up north and you’re in the grip of winter, well, dream of africa?
some of the photos from my first trip to italy in 2003. it was a pretty extensive jaunt around the country including places like venice, firenze, pisa, luca, san gimignano, siena, assisi, collepino, trevi, rome, pompei, the amalfi coast and lots of wee towns inbetween. they SAY it was the hottest summer in italy for 200 years that year (or something silly) – but apparently the oldies were topping over it was so hot. and it was! luckily everyone enjoys sitting around and just chilling out. i loved it, and it’s very much like the movies sometimes – bella italia etc etc.
kagga kamma is nice. go there!
it’s almost that time of year. lovely set over at osvaldo zoom‘s flickr