Krap on the trains

Taking the train every day you see a lot of interesting things. Some of the graffiti is most interesting indeed. I spend a lot of time looking at it, smirking, and taking surreptitious photos, leading a lot of people to believe I am a creep. Who cares? I’m not the only one. Graffiti comes from the Italian word graffiato, which means ‘scratched’. The Afrikaans word for scratch is ‘krap’. The English word for what a lot of this graffiti is, is ‘crap’. It’s all nicely summed up in my first picture.

‘Julle ma se poeste. Waarvoor krap julle so op die f…ken trein, nou maak julle my ook krap. [indecipherable signature] STOP IT.’

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Top South African magazines on Twitter

MediaSlut used to compile this list, but hasn’t done one recently, and since I was gasping to find out where Kick Off is in the top 20 these days, I decided to pull it together myself. Continue reading “Top South African magazines on Twitter”

Gif it to me, baby

Ah, gifs. The gift that keeps on giffing.

Last night at the Two Door Cinema Club gig, at a secret location in a location, I tried out this gif app I found in the Android store.

It’s just like actually being there, right!?! Continue reading “Gif it to me, baby”

Before the Ninja

I’ll never forget seeing Waddy Jones perform in March 2009, near the Bart Simpson statue in Cape Town.

Memory … all alone in the moonlight (I can smile at the old days … I was beautiful then)

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Jy dink jy’s cooler as Kuleshov

Hey girl. The content of the shots in itself is not so important as is the joining of two shots of different content and the method of their connection and their alteration. (Kuleshov, The Art of Cinema, 1929)

Ryan Gosling has two expressions in Drive: blank, and almost-blank – but everyone agrees he’s brilliant. Why? Because of early Soviet cinema. Continue reading “Jy dink jy’s cooler as Kuleshov”

Creepy statues on the Promenade

Simon and I took our American friend Kerry for a walk on the Seapoint Promenade recently. They talked big ideas and I played with my phone.

As a serious postcolonial theorist Kerry was horrified by how kids in this country play on simulation oxwagons. So of course I made her pose on one. One has to keep one’s sense of humour. Continue reading “Creepy statues on the Promenade”