Got you Under my Skin

How far would you go to get under somebody's skin? Perhaps not as far as the surgeon's knife, I'm sure.



A woman once chose to have her husband's cremated remains implanted into silicone prostheses so that he could remain 'close to her heart.' Apparently this doesn't only happen on Nip/Tuck.
'That way I'd never really have to part with him at all,' was the reasoning of Sandi Canesco of Australia, who did just that.

I can't decide if this is sentimental in a macabre sort of way or simply a case of severe attachment anxiety.

Aesthetic surgery.

One morning in March, somewhere in the heart of the City, hipsters and yuppies and road hogs and postmen and disgruntled traffic officers woke up yawning and went out to do whatever it is they, well, do. Little did they know that something had changed at the top of Kloof Street that day, something quite small and indistinct, but very much there. Right there on Skyline, the block of flats famous for its advertising potential.You had to look twice as you sipped your vida e caffe latte (skinny), or tickle the brakes of your Mini Cooper ever so slightly as you drove past. Yes,while Cape Town slept (or passed out on a curb somewhere down Castle) Banksy-wannabes came out to slap a big 'fuck you' on capitalism.

Perhaps they had come like cat burglars in the dead of the night, armed with an agenda, stencils and buckets of white paint. Perhaps they had scaled the building unaided, endowed with superhuman powers capable of turning any urban sprawl into a playground.

Images Courtesy: MyCityByNight

Before: I had to blink...twice.

After: The fast food giant's advertisers were not very impressed and quickly censored the offending suffix.

First Home always had the deepest Roots.

'Kak kwaai, eksê.'

Spotted: These two most likely had a recent stint in the slammer, where they must have learned the value of the modified racer, complete with a new coat of paint, booming sound system and super throttle. Square cut and bleached bright blonde, shirtless with piercing eyes, their women are invisible and their trigger-happy reflexes punctuate the streets of Hanover Park, Manenburg and beyond.

I wonder where they were going in that ride?

Why does Democracy mean everything to Everyone but Me?

Bill Cosby said, "If a white man falls off a chair drunk, it's just a drunk. If a Negro does, it's the whole damn Negro race."

If you are unable to see Image 5, you will understand that there is simply no need to discriminate on the basis of colour if you yourself cannot distinguish it.

La Cuisine d'Amour

'How about a pinch of This?'

'Only Cowards cook on low, and Clyde never talks shit.'

'No man is lonely while eating potato and feta cheese Latkes.'

Erysimum

Wallflower self-portrait series by a girl who take such lovely photographs. so lovely that if i could run away with my camera right now and take some nearly as lovely i'd be pretty pleased with myself.

Courtesy: Willow Ships

www.willowships.blogspot.com

Manners

Twitterpated.

TOFFIE.

The 2011 Toffie Pop Culture Festival at the Cape Town City Hall  running from 24- 26 March was a little steep for students at R500 a ticket. The good news is that theYou & Me & Everyone We Know Market (yes, everyone does know each other) will be exhibiting a lovely variety of pop-up shops selling furniture, fashion, jewelry, books and various product design, including:

 ▶Bibliophilia, ▶Skermunkil, ▶The Summit, ▶Margot Molyneux, ▶Garden up, ▶Anomali, ▶Vamp, ▶2Bob, ▶Thingking and many more.

the ever-changing world of art and design is as alive as the city itself. don't miss what the crop of 2011 has to offer.