at mercedes benz fashion week africa about a week ago (ayeeee), i wore this outfit that i literally bought the day before that had me feeling like lorde-meets-solange knowles and i totally loved it. a monochromatic-(of course) mesh-grungey-cool vibe was what i was going for and this loom band – yes, loom band – choker that my friend lusanda made for me was the cherry on top of the fashion cake.
when the majority of south africa’s blogging elite live in cape town, it’s very difficult not to feel some ridiculous aspect of fomo for the mercedes benz fashion week. with brands such as kluk cgdt and gavin rajah showcasing their work over the next three days, my heart yearns to be there… but since i cant visit cape town, i decided to visit memory lane. four months ago was merecedes benz fashion week joburg and i had the pleasure of seeing tart, selfi, adriaan kuiters and maxhosa by laduma. i posted some stuff on it here. but, as always, you never quite get around to posting all the stuff, so i thought i should relive those glory moments – got to meet jerri mokgofe, trevor stuurman, raya rossi, nhlanhla nciza (of mafikizolo) and patrice motsepe, and that was a pretty big deal to me.
the alternate title reads: my mom saw these photos and told me i looked like a nubian princess
|shot by khensani, edited by me|
in the second part of my day with khensani (of glitterdaiquiri), we decided to have a lot of fun with post-modernistic neogrunge nubianism. its not really a term that exists (but it has a nice ring to it, no? i think i should make it a thing. it can be a new tumblr subgenre, right next to soft grunge, soft ghetto and pale blogs), but essentially, its what two creatives call messing about with make up, forehead jewellery and colour hues.
|photos taken by khensani of glitter daiquiri|
lately, i’ve had this (ridiculous) obsession with leather. and believe me when i say it didn’t help when i went shopping the other day and ended up in cotton on, face to face with a pair of leather joggers. i stood and stared at them, as if i were in a cliched romcom. the world moved in slow motion and all i could do was look at these pants… and laugh. i thought they were absolutely ridiculous, so of course, i bought them. lol. even now, whenever i talk about them, i laugh, because they are so weird (and my family hates them) but they are, like, the single greatest thing i own at the moment.
as you all know, i am (or should i say, was) a huge fan of seventeen magazine south africa. i mean, i had collected their magazines without fail since march 2009. so imagine my heartbreak when they announced last year that the december issue would be their last and the magazine was to be discontinued. i mean – they grew up with me and gave me so many opportunities, like the style counsel, job shadowing, competitions and even allowed me to make some amazing friends that i still have! (at least it was semi poetic that seventeen ended when i was seventeen, right?)