teach me gently.

looking for a partner in (some wild) crime.
sunshine south of the equator, location shared.

damned if i do, damned if i don't.

i want to go to there.

unspoken romances between too many stolen glances in unheard of spaces.

we fight, we love.
silence is born.

not so old city.
new introductions.
already taken potential.
disappointment.
perhaps.

in and out of hotels.
they all come and go.
we all come and go.
perhaps on friday we'll throw a party.

once i knew a boy called jack.
he was into tricks and treats.

i need to stare at the ceiling.

soft statues in stilettos
cinematic stills
and still, and still...

i 'work' on saturday's.
like a boss.

spring glow.
golden skin

.

our excuse was that we were young.

designer leather.
designer boys.
(LV2011)

eating sandwiches in jozi
i might have a long, sit down dinner

HBD.
gets me every time.
and not just the abbreviation.

if you wanna be ---
you gotta be young
reason to brag.

[i never emailed them their photos]

i saw hipsters in hoodies,
dizzy dancing and blogging
about their latest fashion unhappiness
and thought to myself
we just might be the last generation standing.

i haven't painted in a long time.
i'm looking for a partner in crime.

there's a bad ass in the city
he left his secrets in his childhood bedroom.

its the holy month.
things get ornate.

looking for a new land
to lay my bedouin rags.

straight chillin'.

sometimes my life space stands/sits still.

thank you CUSS MONTHLY
for letting me be a part of your general awesomeness.
To check out the entire piece
on the stunning Kenyan drag queens
click on the photo below.

cake, milk and lies.
this may or may not be the place i love.

i love Mert and Marcus.
love em a lot.

my friend farida.
she's going to be a fun mom.
new born's and balloons.

weekend

how will you reach out to me?
write me a sticky recipe.
i'll think about it.

film festivals on african islands are quaint.
charm personified.

she was six when she had her first day dream.
it was about a cowboy.
she was sure he smelt like jasmine&tobacco.

the only two stills i took on my first pro film set.
meet stella, she's a drag queen.

i'll set myself up for display willingly
& send up a pony prayer that i won't
fall flat on my face.

hustle.

i make things up all the time.

playtime.

S-U-P-P-O-R-T yours truly. Spread the word.

time to go back to
when responsibility was an unknown,
cartoon pajamas ruled your world
& sleep overs constituted an epic weekend.

under the table
under the weather
undercover dreams

little boots for little souls
i'm taking baby steps.

i woke up in africa three weeks ago.
new ideas are dawning on me.
life isn't so much about point blank stares.

musing on beauty, poise and sunshine.
dying light and afternoon tea parties.
feminine agenda amidst city grit.

on the road.
time to make those moves ma spoke of.

granted.
i don't have a clue about what i'm doing.
but i'm not ashamed of leaving my laundry unfolded
until i work it out.

short+fashion+stills+film = amen
and
Bottega Veneta's first forray into film
courtesy of Christian Weber.

maybe he was shy.
maybe he was the gatekeeper to a secret city.

looking for a man with a focus and a temper.
looking for a ride to that secret location.
looking for my sonic youth records,
'cause it's getting kind of quiet in my city head.

my favourite blog at the moment
which just so happens to be a delightful insight
into my number one homegirl's mind...
ladies and germs, mZ. Abbi of sipslowly