64TH CANNES FILM FESTIVAL REVIEW – PART 3: LET ME ENTERTAIN YOU (STRAIGHT FROM THE EXPATS)
The third and final part of Eftihia Stefanidi‘s 64th Cannes Film Festival reviews, entitled “Let Me Entertain You (Straight from the expats)”… Enjoy and stay posted for an interview with Eftihia coming soon!
64TH CANNES FILM FESTIVAL REVIEW – PART 1: THE KIDS AREN’T ALRIGHT
Eftihia Stefanidi returns from the 64th Cannes Film Festival – one of the most successful in years – and reports on the films that glowed in the dark during two weeks of unlimited screenings, pouring chilled rosé, and sleepless nights. So, without further ado to follow is the first part of this enthralling three-part review…...
Björk’s “Biophilia” – A preview by Gary Hartley
‘Who is that creature?’ asked my dad after seeing the Icelandic performer in her usual outlandish garb for the first time on SNL a while back. A description I thought was rather accurate coming from one of the most un-pop-cultured people I know (he once thought Whitney Houston was Oprah). Indeed ‘creature’ seems apt considering...
Joshua Grierson – A prelude to Friday the 13th
There have been a whole lot of hellraisers out there for some time now, but (have you) ever wondered why the old folks saw Bill Haley, Elvis Presley, Johnny Cash, Buddy Holly and Little Richard’s rock ’n roll as the true coaxers of this so-called Devil’s Music? ...
Assembly left Devastated
Saturday night saw the welcome return of drum ‘n bass to one of Cape Town’s premier live music venues, The Assembly. With its last appearance at the Harrington Street venue in 2009, most punters were of the opinion that a d ‘n b night was long overdue. And, indeed it was. Enter ‘Devastation’… ...
Dark Encounters
Fairies and Gargoyles, red velvet, donkey-eared Anne Rice novels and jewellery boxes of symbolic treasures. The enigmatic & elusive people of the night: a subculture that has outlived most others. …what is Goth? Is it a Lifestyle? An escape? A common ground? An identity? And are they, er, alive in Cape Town? Is our city a refuge...
BEATS, SWEETS AND FREAKS ON HEAT.
Slop tans, fresh beginnings and “noses painted peppered sunlight”, summertime is over kids, and soon so will be the trance parties. So, here’s to the beats, the sweets and all you freaks… ’till next season kids.
We like our turkey cold, thanks.
I always knew it would be a riot. Let’s be honest, there’s no room for good intentions when a public holiday is there to back you up the next day. Thursday night’s sequence of now-hazy incidents led to a fast-food ‘refuel, re-think and repress’ two days inside. But all was redeemed by Sunday morning; it...
The Lessons of my Fashion Indoctrinated Weekend
There is something alluring and attractive about the fashion industry and their lavished do’s that have everyone hopelessly captivated in awe, almost wishing to be a figure as stoic or worshipped as Anna Wintour. Fashion week, regardless of the country, is always a socialite’s dream, a fashionista’s must-be-seen-at and a chance for the who’s who...
THE INCORRUPTIBLE MEDIUM – The Power of Photojournalism
After reading an amazing book on the horrors of colonisation in Africa called King Leopold’s Ghost by Adam Hochschild – specifically focusing on the brutality seen in the Congo in the late 19th Century and early 20th Century by journalist-turned-explorer Henry Morton Stanley - I began thinking about the certain ‘labels’ society puts on people…...
GOOGLE IS WATCHING
When allowing everything in the free world to be photographed at random you are bound to come across some creepy, compromising snaps highlighting human imperfection… although I’m sure Google Street View’s primary mandate didn’t exactly intend to create a montage of prostitutes that would able you to compare the attire, modes of seduction and preferred client of...
OUR EVERYDAY CONCRETE HEROES
Article featured in Issue 18 – The Original Fake Issue – of one small seed. With hip-hop MCs People under the Stairs rhyming in my ears and change for a loose kept safe, the street is the place I catch myself smiling off-guard. There’s a feeling of wonder. Dialogues I hope one day...
DON’T TELL ME, DUDE
Here’s one for the aphorists; a new religion ‘preached on a philosophy of non-prechiness.’ Its sounds refreshing, even though divulging into the origins of this sentiment may raise a disapproving eyebrow on right while leaving the leftfield in hysterics.
