grrrrr.

Interview with the one and only Ikey Tiger.


http://www.studentology.co.za/news/55-student-life/168-ikey-tiger-interview

unfortunately for all of us prowling tigresses on campus who faint in his wake, Ikey is quite fine to remain a solitary tiger, thanksverymuch. aw.

coming soon: the kryptonite of ikey tiger: who is the man with the paws?

brighton the pier

series:

flags at the castle of good hope

new era in background




colonization out.





democracy at full mast.

cape rose

cape rose.



reluctance.

cowgirl on the grand parade

we spotted a cowgirl on horseback taking a leisurely sunday afternoon stroll along the Grand Parade in the city bowl. she didn't seem to have much of an agenda, other than to be eyeballed by car guards, week-end locals and their children on the plaza.



we followed her across the parking lot, not daring to leave the car because of the dubious reputation of the Parade, even in broad daylight.






the horse spooks at a car alarm. passersby by stare in pocketed interest, craning their heads.

the rider stops at one of the muslim take away windows, while followed by some stealthy youngsters looking for a penny and to scare the horse.

children play in the company's gardens.
they were exuberant and excited to be photographed.
shutter speed 125.
iso 200
black and white.

first we take the cape

possible titles for today

homeless man passed out on pavement in woodstock

sunday afternoon in the city

mountain chained

city bowlers

troupe of Coloured children play in the duck pond, company's gardens

the company's rose garden

frailure.

'My reputation grows with every failure.' George Bernard Shaw

i didn't fail. i just figured out 100 reasons why it won't work.

i did not fail, i just didn't ask for directions.

i did not fail. i simply fell down and got back up again.

i did not fail, because my enthusiasm has not been lost.

i did not fail. i am understanding the meaning of victory.

i am not a failure. i am a detour.

road cones and ice cream cones

8h31pm

It's already late and I haven't done so much as a sentence of my sociology essay. Damn. I've instead spent the day in the garage, painting a road cone which I stole from the pavement when no one was looking. Stuffed it into the back of Monique's beetle and sped off. Saw a cop van parked on the side of the road. "Shit, the cops. Hide it!" And tried to lay it down on the backseat but it'a a big fat orange thing and quite conspicuous.

Anyway, so the road cone now stands in my empty garage, with newspaper and cut out photographs stuck all over it. I am covered in glue and enamel paint.





I am also realizing that Muse sounds a lot like Queen.

fuck

shouldn't say fuck because it is crude and not a very good way of expressing oneself. it is not ladylike at all and lowers my esteemed level of class.

( yet it never lets me down. )