At various points in your life you need that album that evokes such raw emotion that it makes you want to sit in the middle of your bedroom floor and ugly-cry until the morning comes. As an experience, it’s cathartic as all hell and often comes at a time when you need it most, falling into your lap at the most random moment, sometimes when you are sitting in a very public place and there’s no going back when the dam walls of your eyes have burst. For me, that album is City and Colour’s, Little Hell.
My third favourite thing about blues-rock outfit Alabama Shakes is the fact that front woman, Brittany Howard, is so incredibly sexy. My first and second favourite things are the way she plays the guitar and the band’s single ‘Don’t Wanna Fight’.
A plus-size woman of colour with a tattoo of Texas on her bicep and a new side-cut curly hairdo, Howard destroys the norms that dictate who gets to be famous and why. And that’s just a different kind of sexy to Nicki Minaj’s arse. Continue reading →
We agreed to meet on his old turf. The day was grey, wet and the sharp wind nipped at my ankles as I walked onto his territory. Sandi Dlangalala sat at a picnic table under the protruding roof of the Drama Department, cosy in a maroon grandpa jersey, faded navy blue jeans rolled up, making his tawny combat boots more noticeable. He slouched but his broad shoulders were not hidden. His long legs stretched out from under the table, emphasising his line. Even when Sandi is in his most relaxed state, he cannot hide that he is a dancer.
When curator Richard Burmeister invited me in, I felt like I had stepped into a time capsule and landed in Grahamstown in the 19th century. The floor was dark brown and wooden; there was a hint of turpentine in the air and the furniture looked foreign. The small metal, block letters in trays lining the room intrigued me. Burmeister explained how these were used to make the words that were printed in the Eastern Star four-page newspaper. Someone had put the letters into a block individually and upside down, a task considerably more difficult than typing on a keyboard and having words magically appear on the screen in front of you. Burmeister noted that skilled workers, who put the letters into blocks and then printed them, were paid well for their skills. Perhaps this is one of the reasons journalists make less money now then they did when the Eastern Star newspaper produced its first copy on 6 January 1871.
Come on Pick ’n Pay, let’s get serious. You expect me to be excited by your 24 little rubber characters, characters that thousands of soccer moms and primary school princesses are collecting and trading across the country? To whoever thought this idea up, I have no idea who you are, but I can say this with certainty: You definitely aren’t a 90’s kid.
With just two weeks to Rocking the Daisies, possibly the whitest music festival in South Africa, I am watering my flower crown and revisiting The Kooks’ back-catalogue (because let’s be honest, they won’t play any of their new stuff, it’s shit).
Seriously, is this even in South Africa? IMAGE: Chelsea Haith
I’m also brushing up on my Afrikaans, because you know that the #wheresisthelove Stellies crowd will be there and I want to be ready to be able to explain white privilege in English and Afrikaans. Just in case.
In between offending people with my liberal views, drinking Black Label and talking about feminisms with my best friend, I expect to encounter the following people in what will undoubtedly be a lovely and very educational weekend: Continue reading →
Jodi Bieber’s photographs are silent stories, dressed in colour and captured light. Her years of experiencing and photographing a beautifully complex and twisted world have led to incredible images, international exhibitions and valuable advice.
On Monday, 14 September, she gave a presentation about her photography and biography to a room of aspiring photographers and writers.