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Homme-age

Allow me this entirely adolescent indulgence- a pictorial display of men who are, in my view, the most fine-looking beings in existence. I’ve been told by my boyfriend, mother and best friend that I have a very specific taste in men. I don’t know if this makes me very predictable or terribly difficult to please in the sense that I know precisely what I like but, in so knowing, I like about 0.05% of the male population. I do admit that there is some sort of uniformity in these men’s appearances (apart from the obvious facial hair). Gael Garcia Bernal, Farryl Purkiss and Emile Hirsch are beyond doubt, the most beautiful men I’ve seen. Following in short suit are Ryan Gosling and Yesterday’s Pupil. Jim Sturgess, while not typically my type and atypical to the rest of the aforementioned, has to be included for his raw charisma and offbeat sex appeal. I know these types of lists are dreadfully infantile but they do give me an immense sense of satisfaction- like I've cleaned up a messy drawer in my head.

Between two lungs it was released

This has to be the most beautiful piece of art I've seen in ages. I feel as if I've never wanted anything quite as much as this piece. I have no idea who the artist is or where this piece comes from. I love it so very much. 

Olympic Airways- Foals

 

Suns up we wait
all day
Suns up we wait
all day all day

the hell outsides kept away
if only we could move away
from here

This is how
we build a place
an aviary for today
an aviary for today

let's disappear till tomorrow
let's disappear till tomorrow
dis-a-ppe-ar
dis-a-ppe-ar
dis-a-ppe-ar ar ar ar

blow up these play parades
let's go
to an aviary far from home
to an aviary far from home

a one hand clap is me and you
and you and you and you
while the hell outsides kept away
if only we moved away

dis-a-ppe-ar
dis-a-ppe-ar
dis-a-ppe-ar ar ar ar

last vacation was the same
we got moved away
last vacation was the same
we got moved away
last vacation was the same
we got moved away

sun down now we have built
our place
an aviary forever
an aviary forever
forever forever

re-a-ppe-ar
re-a-ppe-ar
re-a-ppe-ar
re-a-ppe-ar

Mystery Goes Bust Tour

Ric and I went on a date this weekend on the Mystery Ghost Bust Tour. The Tour takes you on a five hour coach trip through Jo’burg’s “most haunted” sights- amongst others, the Mormon Temple, Mike’s Kitchen, the Fort at Constitutional Hill and Kensington Castle. The Tour ultimately culminates in a midnight walk through Braamfontein cemetery. The night in summary? An epic fail. Capital E. The downside of going on a coach tour is that you can’t take any measures to limit the risk of your exposure to complete assholes. As someone who is a self-proclaimed (and self-diagnosed) agoraphobic, as well as a serious hard-ass since I’ve started to practice law, the lion’s share of the night was spent by Ric trying to interrupt my rage-induced tunnel vision of three barely legal, foul-mouthed, drunken, ignorant, farting, private-school jocks. I actually struck up an awesome conversation with a very nice grandpa and grandma about how we might go about killing these boys- it seemed we were kindred souls. Apart from the jocks, the tour itself was a disappointment insofar as it involved a lot of driving and very little sight-seeing or elucidation by the tour-guide. I do however admit that some of the disappointment was due to the fact that Jo’burg is such a hard and gritty town. For example, we stopped off at Zoo Lake to conduct some form of electromagnetic conduit experiment, only to be deafened by inebriated crowds and drag-racing 100 meters away. We stopped to have dinner at the Troyeville Hotel (awesomely kitsch and a highlight to the night) only to be harassed by stoned thugs. Thank fuck for Ric’s company which, at the end of the day (literally), made the comedy of errors a worthwhile (if not repeatable) experience. The other highlight of the Tour was the midnight walk through Braamfontein cemetery. The dead are surprisingly good company and it was really special to be there after-hours. It wasn’t long before I managed to calm-down, enjoy the moment, and stop eyeing the jocks like a rabid skunk. The guide also came alive, so-to- speak, by giving us an historical overview of the place and the people buried there. Although it lost any semblance of a ghost tour, it was really edifying. I would not do the Tour again and I definitely do not recommend it, but it was useful to the extent that it pointed out really awesome places in Jo’burg where Ric and I do want to go and explore at our own pace and without the company of philistines.    

Bright-eyed and amped

Mike's Kitchen in Parktown

Godzilla at Constitutional Hill

Always read the small print

Troyeville Hotel

Bleary-eyed and over it

Spring

So, Ric and I (and the hairy daughters) have finally settled into our new place. Granted it’s a stone’s throw away from my parents, but nonetheless, I love this new chapter in my life and in our relationship. Truth be told, we really lucked-out in getting this place. I cringe to think what living in an apartment or complex would have been like now that we have all this space to ourselves and the hairy fairies. Although there is still a lot we want to do with the house (we’re trying not to bankrupt ourselves in the process) it has come together better than I could ever have hoped for. I’m such a homebody and this house has become my sanctuary. I saw a leaflet the other day the title of which was “get away at home” and that’s precisely the wish I have for our house- for it to be a place where the volume of life is turned down. I dare say, moving-in together was the best thing we could ever have done for our relationship *breathes a sigh of relief*…

Harem Royal (j'adore...)