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  • Gaby

    Gabrielle Pollock >> More to come.

  • CNN Feature

    South Africa’s Photographic Playground. I was fortunate enough to be featured on African Voices. Produced by Jo Munnik.

  • Jason Bakery

    It’s the church of carbohydrates and its preacher serves us our daily cortados and 60% rye. The MILFS arrive in their trophy wife cabinets, Black Range Rovers, and flutter around Jason in nesting swallow patterns. The freshly botoxed descend from mount Renaissance to display their confidence in the fashion of cosmetic surgery, wearing their bandaged…

  • Deus est logica obtinet. (Logic Prevails)

    At Los Meurtos on Loop Street the new Bree Street, bikers sip pints and point at engines. The debate is how to run it in. 1000kms then whack the oil. I’m offered a cuban-sized pineapple-strawberry skyf. I only smoke the best. You’re gonna have a nice ride. Harley culture makes me feel ill besides their…

  • The Martyr & The Motorcycle.

    Admitting to riding a motorcycle ignites stories of damaged relatives, wheelchairs and loved ones who fell on the battlefield. It’s not you. It’s the other people on the road. You’re a flint of steel flying on a contact patch smaller than a baby’s footprint on a vertiginous spindle between life and the afterlife. What a…

  • Long Street Baths

    I find myself defending Long Street Baths. “It’s not that dirty!” It’s chlorinated pale blueness comparing well to any public pool or local gym. It’s all about the water to body ratio. It’s building of retro patina (which begs fashion editorial) is tinted by the Upper Long Street Location. You might be hustled by TIK…

  • Botriver

    Botriver is one of those in-between towns. In between Elgin and Franschhoek. In between Cape Town and Hermanus. In between dust and sticks. The dog show at Engen garage is the last gateway before prisoners of elevators and calendar appointments flee into fynbos country. Botriver feels like driving through a farmers’ backyard. Vague patchworks and…

  • Copenhagen

    Copenhagen

    so why copenhagen? the blonde immigration officer who looks like the arian poster child asks me at schiphol international. I ramble something about world design capital and being inspired by cities. they want to look through my bags. ah. camera. camera. another camera. even more CF cards. I arrive in copenhagen central expecting that new…

  • Zanzibar

    Zanzibar airport should be called Cessna Caravan International. It’s a show room for bush adventure. As we land, Abeid Amani Karume greets us with calls to prayer. Hot guilt hangs in the air between the banana leaves. Loudspeakers strategically placed to remind you of your sins and mosquitos remind you of passing blood, passing life, passing…

  • New York is killing me

    New York is a drug and the come down is brutal. It took me 16 hours for my body to get back to Cape Town and three weeks for my head. For a boy who grew up in a South Coast surfing village it was a smashed windscreen in the accident of life. Eight days…