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Kaleidoscope


ka·lei·do·scope   /kəˈlaɪdəˌskoʊp/ noun

a continually shifting pattern, scene, or the like: The 1920s were a kaleidoscope of fads and fashions.



Reading my blog is like looking into a Kaleidoscope. I write about anything that is of interest to me at the time. Everytime you pick it up, you never know what your eyes will see - don't say I didn't warn you =)

Tuesday 25 September 2012

The Men


A Saturday in Blue Valley


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I spent a Saturday in beautiful Blue Valley Golf and Country Estate. These are just some of the photos I took at an Uncle's house. He is an Electrical Engineer by profession and I can't help but think that my life will be surrounded by such beauty as long as I continue to make the right decisions and learn from my mistakes and those of others. From a Grand Piano, a Wine collection that would make connoisseurs smile with delight to R49 874 oriental carpets from the Heriz Gallery in Fourways, this house is filled with masterpieces.

I urge you to dream big. It costs nothing to do and almost everything not to.

Tuesday 18 September 2012

No, Its Not Okay

Ralph Lauren, Diesel, Lacoste, Takeshy Kurosawa, Louis Vuitton and Ed Hardy. These are just some of the few name brands that people have been driven to refrain from buying because so many counterfeits exist.

Personally I feel that it shouldn't matter if the brand is being faked or not when you know that you are wearing the real deal. It just disappoints me that some people would disrespect designers and fashion houses like that. Or even their bodies for that matter. In my student days, I remember coming to Johannesburg and finding some Guess Jeans on display at the market. Grabbing a pair and entering the make-shift fitting room,I put on the pair. Sure it felt comfortable and roomy for a skinny jean,but it felt itchy and irksome as well. Needless to say,I didn't buy it. Why should I spend R300 on junk when I could easily buy a pair of jeans at Mr Price for half the money? You get a great pair of jeans on your next date and some change to get a new t-shirt and some milkshakes. Think about it.


You don't buy a Diesel jean because its expensive - would R100 condoms wouldn't sell? You buy Diesel jeans because i) you love being unique and these high-end jeans you are wearing are the only ones in that size in the store (every store gets one size of each pair). ii) you love how the material never seems to whither or wear no matter how many times you wash it iii) you deserve the best and your heart is happy.

People love beautiful things but don't have the patience for them. They will tell you: "These items are the same. Just because these ones are cheaper doesn't mean the others are any better." At this point I simply ask: "Is that sweater also made of Cashmere?"

Monday 3 September 2012

Einstein Favorites - Birth of Venus

This is and has always been my favorite painting (nothing to do with the soft nudity, really) - Sandro Botticelli's Birth of Venus holds a special place in my heart. A place that even Da Vinci's work can't touch. I am not an artist nor am I well-versed with paintings and their elements. However, I do like to think that I know a true beauty when I lay eyes on it, even when the beauty is inside. Beauty speaks to me like chatterboxes in a taxi. Here it is:

The Lookbook - The Plaid Shirt

Don't Be Sad - Be Awesome Instead

 

"When I am sad, I stop being sad and be awesome instead" - Neil Patrick Harris as Barney Stinson.

How To Get Ahead LOL

The Lookbook - Blazing


First day of Spring was a bit windy so I decided to throw a blazer over my outfit. Had to change shirts to a plain one as the blazer is pin-striped and so it would be difficult to pull-it off with anything else. You don't want people looking at you and getting dizzy all of a sudden.

For a dash of personal-style and flair, I pulled the blazer's sleeves up to reveal my shirt's plaid sleeves. =)

Sunday 2 September 2012

Cape Town Glory

 Remembering the good times always helps me with my Monday blues. A memory I have chosen to rewind today is my touchdown in CT July 28th of last year. The Mango ride was not so bad,but it being my first flight and all,I'm guessing its just because I didn't know better *embarrassed*. As a warm-welcome,we(me, my Sister and her friend Lebo) hailed a cab and I got acquainted with CT nightlife: off to Cubana Greenpoint we went. It was something I can't quite put in words,just a perfect mix of cultures and an inviting dance floor.



It served as a warm-welcome and a great goodbye as we hit it the night before I left. Almost missed my flight,wouldn't have heard the pilot saying: "This is a non-smoking flight. If we find you smoking,we will ask you to leave the plane IMMEDIATELY. Seriously though,we will fine you R7000.00. And for these prices, you could be flying SAA". #epic. Not even the Asian chick attempting the booty-hop at Kennedy's Dubliner could top that.