http://everyonesmixtape.com/
Stop what you're doing.
Go to this site.
Do it now.
Right now.
You will not regret this.
You will not pass 'Begin' and collect R200 because you'll never leave this site again.
'Everyone's Mixtape' is such a lovely idea and perfect for the holidays. Actually, it's perfect for any occasion. Thanks Debbie for being all London and cool and sharing this.
Ah, the gift of (free) music. Enjoy homies! <3
Tomboy fun with a cocktail dress feel... Little trinkets of wisdom. Things I click LIKE to in my head. Musings and nuances. Thought-gems. Illumination. Other cryptic crap.
Friday, 23 December 2011
Thursday, 22 December 2011
My Year at a Glance
Oh, why hello Blog! My my it's been quite a year. I'm proud to report I've been buzzee (with two zee's), and I'm not in the least bit uncomfortable about reporting this directly to you, Blog, who is in fact me. Awkward.
So 2011, the less-shiny middle child of 2010 has been surprisingly awesome! Maybe it's because I didn't expect anything. Maybe it's also because 2010 sucked for me. Nevertheless, it's been my year of opportunities: new projects, new people, travelling (in a big fish, small pond kind of way) and possibly too much time at Bob Rocks.
Who are we kidding, we love that place! |
This year saw me forge stronger friendships with old acquaintances...
'Pirate Day' at Zoo Lake. |
... and make new (amazing) friends altogether. Can I say, TEQUILA SLAP?! Not forgetting all the other gems who were already in my life (you know who you are).
I cut my hair. This is news because it was pretty freakin' long okay. Think Asian Mia Wallace.
I started DJing (enter Lil' Bow - boss track selekta but janitor-skilled CDJer).
Please ignore my techno-fail and pretend this is rotated. |
Smooth. |
I started writing for the Revolution website, a tie that's just grown stronger - hello Jozi contributor.
Check it out here http://www.revolution-daily.com/
This is rad because a) I love what Revolution is all about having grown up in the skate, music and art scene and b) My whole reason for starting a blog this year was to get me writing again, for myself, in different mediums (and not just my day job copywriting), so this is exactly the kind of opportunity I needed.
The iconic Revolution fist. |
Somewhere along the way I discovered the world of branding and my love for it (through a random Vitamin Water job), which prompted me to leave my job at M&C Saatchi Abel in search of new challenges, not to mention all the people I love (M&N&N for life). That was one of the hardest decisions I've made to date.
The crew, yo. |
On the party side of things, I organised two events - one mine, a small scale Tarantino birthday party with a best friend -
It's scary how much I look like John Travolta. |
the other, a large scale punk show called THROUGH THE BEST OF TIMES.
I learnt buttloads from this show. |
Camps Bay, April. I was 'the surprise' for my friend Bun's birthday weekend. |
Greenpoint, December. |
Josh and I bonding over rock 'n' roll, April. |
December - check how he's grown! |
This was partly due to the FIVE weddings I got invited to this year (there's something in the water I tell you).
St Francis, for the other Lauren's beautiful wedding. |
St Lucia, for my cousin Jade's wedding. She was a proper chilled, DIY bride and I was the lax bridesmaid chillin' in the backseat. |
Watching the vert finals with Mick and Nick. |
Hello NIKKI SIXX, my future flatmate, ex-art director and ying to my yang going full motorboat/platter puss. |
Wait, no. Still ridiculous. |
In studio, getting groovy. |
And look at the fun we've had! Every Mac deserves a handmade zombie friend. |
Hmm, what else have I done repeatedly this year..? Oh right! Early on in the year, I discovered my new party band - P.H.Fat. There's been many a drunken, bass-grinding, (phantom) flat-peak wearing night out to their beats. The novelty's worn off a bit (maybe 'cause I've killed them, well, it) but it's fun to lose your shit and mutate into your alter ego Laquonda. Or so I've heard.
P.H.Fat at The Alex Theatre. Hollaaaaaaa! |
I didn't do many festivals this year. In fact, I did only one but I think it's the one that counts - OPPI!
Out of focus Diana picture courtesy of my homegirl Mica. We were drunk already. Who stays focussed anyway? |
Villagers 'Becoming a Jackal'.
This song is really doing it for me right now.
Angus and Julia Stone 'Just a Boy'.
This song's been in my iTunes for almost two years now but I've only (really really) starting enjoying it now.
So yes, I love pretty music now. There! I said it!
Perhaps this mellowing out is also a part contributor to my new approach to shitty people - I'll kill you (with kindness). No one can be a hater when you don't talk shit about them (even though you really really want to), smile and greet them. It's maturity or something, coupled with brown, gold and a mom bum? High waisted shorts will do that to you.
BREAKING NEWS ON THE BODY FRONT! I GOT TATTOOED!
In other self-indulgent news, this was not the first time.
After a two year delay, I added to my back piece. Having found an amazing NEW artist I'm so excited about (and having just spent five hours with her this past weekend), my tattoo project is just four (painful, uncomfortable, mock-bravado) hours away from being complete which will bring the grand total to 13 hours ink time, yikes!
Before. |
After! |
I highly recommend these guys...
The Body Architects, Cape Town. |
But fo'real, I love them dearly, and here's to the next 10 years!
At our annual Christmas dinner last night. Trying to get us all in one shot proved difficult (especially after some Pimm's). The blur, the lighting, damn you Blackberry and short arms! |
Work comes to an end tomorrow and Christmas is in three days; I'd say that's a pretty good time to sign off.
See you, Blog, in 2012. Stay classy (more a general note to self about the perils of holiday drinking at old man pubs) x
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
This is me, with arms akimbo!
Check, my arms are akimbo. |
Everyone nods in unison at the un-earth shattering, common-knowledge-as-fuck statement and wonders collectively if she's channeling Dr Phil.
Lauren Obvious continues, her fire stoked by the agreement: "It is shared. It is bought. It is owned. So the little free time that I do have I guard fiercely, like a mamma bear."
Everyone applauds her never-before-used simile. 'Mamma Bear'? No one saw that coming.
She adds with more gusto, "Don't fuck with mine!"
Everyone exclaims, for lack of a better term and the energy to be sarcastic, "Amen sister!"
Lauren then reopens with a clanger: "Don't waste it."
Everyone 'oohs and aahs' at this fresh new take on not wasting time. Real out-the-box stuff.
Gathering Juggernaut-momentum, Lauren gets brave: "If I don't feel like coming to your birthday, I'm sorry, I'm tired. Tired of trying to be everywhere all the time to please other people."
Everyone shifts uncomfortably. She pulled the birthday card.
She then really throws a spanner in the works with her unforeseen rhetorical questioning: "Would you do it for me? No? I wouldn't even hold it against you."
Everyone stares with gaping mouths, shocked at how controversial she's being.
She pauses for breath, dramatically, then adds: "Unless you're my best friend."
Everyone waits in antici-PA-tion.
She sucks her final breath for the one liner: "And I'm pretty sure I don't have 711 best friends."
Everyone appropriately responds with 'BOOM!' followed by a Z-click.
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