Ian Engelbrecht | Tripping Down Memory Lane
A generational relic found in so many South African homes is the ‘Kist’; a chest used for storing linens and clothes. In my childhood home it was used to store porcelain clowns and…
Brett Lloyd | Always the Lonely Boy
Thumb through the passport and go. Coordinates. Vamoose onto the next adventure. Displaced. Sullen. Disillusioned. Throw on a Jacket and go. A loner. Pack something special and close to the heart, even if…
Trine Lindegaard | Mind(s) The Credibility Gap
The whole lot becomes some ugly and ignoble affair; every designer ‘inspired by Africa’ a lightly concuss character immunised against contact on the intuition level. The mass clamor of grand sighs on how…
True As(s) Confessions | Chatting with Cameron Platter
Interplanetary zebras and high octane love affairs between crocodiles and go-go dancers become documents of reality and morality in an intense South African narrative. The message conveyed without actually being portrayed.
Immappancy | On Being Totally Skewed!
Like the sanctimonious who say the poor should have less fun and work more; I can’t say I feel sorry for the Illiterate and get away with it.
Givan Lötz | Given To Colour, Light, The Bioscope
It’s not uncommon to walk into a friend of a friend’s apartment downtown Cape Town and see one of his pieces, larger than life. A friend in New York recently sent me his…
