George Lucas via Indie Wired

George Lucas via Indie Wired

I’m in a reading frenzy. I’m trying to read as much as possible before this frenzy phases out.
It started when my friend Sani made me watch The Fault in Our Stars. Inspired and distraught, I decided to read the book. And then I read Purple Hibiscus and now I’m on We Need New Names.
I’ve always been more into the modern classics. Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Of Mice & Men. Catcher in the Rye. Animal Farm, etc. But there’s a new era of African writers that have caught my attention.
So I’m into African fiction, and that’s what I want for my birthday in November. You have three and a half months. Ready set go!! (vouchers will work too - Kindle or Exclusive Books should do.)

I’m in a reading frenzy. I’m trying to read as much as possible before this frenzy phases out.

It started when my friend Sani made me watch The Fault in Our Stars. Inspired and distraught, I decided to read the book. And then I read Purple Hibiscus and now I’m on We Need New Names.

I’ve always been more into the modern classics. Breakfast at Tiffany’s. Of Mice & Men. Catcher in the Rye. Animal Farm, etc. But there’s a new era of African writers that have caught my attention.

So I’m into African fiction, and that’s what I want for my birthday in November. You have three and a half months. Ready set go!! (vouchers will work too - Kindle or Exclusive Books should do.)


Team Isuzu went out on a drive to show us the route for Sunday’s Freedom Ride, in commemoration of Nelson Mandela Day.

Check it out and prepare your mind of the hills and valleys of Johannesburg.

Ride of a Lifetime!

Every once in a while I remember that I have a blog with a domain that I purchased, and so the opportunity mustn’t be wasted. However, I haven’t felt inspired to write anything meaningful. (This post isn’t meaningful)

But I’ll try. In the mean time, you need to get your ass to 95 Commissioner Street on Friday from 18:30.


Le Creuset has launched its first television commercial (there are two others in Afrikaans & silence) and it’s the best advert I have ever seen in my life.

Okay, I might be exaggerating slightly, but I love food. Anything to do with food. The kitchen. Pots. Pans. Chefs. Yuppiechef (greatest store in the world-feeding my LC obsession) Alles. And so this is like a fantasy happening right in my face for all of thirty seconds.

So here’s to the greatest food TVC in the world.

And in celebration, Le Creuset (yeah, you’ve probably been saying it wrong this whole time) is giving away a hamper worth almost R4000.

If I had full Le Creuset’d out kitchen, I’d want to display it all. No closed cupboard. Open plan, baba!

Being likeable and being respected aren’t mutually exclusive.

Dancing in the Sun - Two months later

In my quest to become a film snob, I’ve trawled the web to look for ideas and films to watch - specifically documentaries and indies. Is this a hipster thing to do? Probably. Am I a hipster? Not even close. Am I trying to become a hipster? I’m not sure. But I digress.

This is about great films and filmmaking. So I must now venture to the Sundance Film Festival in my lifetime so solidify the film snob status. Next year, hopefully. However, I am two months late with this post. Not a good start, but a start nonetheless.

I came across this project that was partially funded by a Kickstarter campaign. The Measure of All Things looks to me to be a story about humans. Their struggles. Their celebrations. Their beauties. And their insecurities. 

I love people. And I love people watching (I swear I’m not a stalker). And I love imagining what their lives would be like. Their dreams and aspirations. What they do when their alone. The conversations they have with one another. 

The only problem with The Measure of All Things is that it’s what Sam Green - the director and narrator of the film - calls a live documentary film. What this means is that he attends the screening of the movie, sits on stage as the audience watch the moving pictures and narrates it with a live band or orchestra playing the score. Sounds amazing, doesn’t it? A live theatre production in a sense. But I’ll never get to see it.

But back to the live documentary filmmaking. What an incredible idea. I wonder if there’s anything like this in South Africa.

Aspirations & Inspirations: My Mother

So I came across something on the internet concerning an article that Mama Mo wrote for Mail & Guardian. Such an inspiration to me and many other young women. Have a look at what she said about women and gender empowerment three years ago.


A decade into the 21st century and humanity is confronted by many unsolved problems of staggering complexity: global warming, the HIV/Aids pandemic, water shortages, extreme poverty and many others. As we grapple with these, the 2015 deadline for reaching the millennium development goals draws ever closer. Can we reach inside ourselves and discover shared values that will allow us to find sustainable solutions in the four short years that remain?

One of the development goals is to promote gender equality and empower women, a goal that speaks to the creation of gender-equitable societies. In this regard, the outlook is bleak. It is not for nothing that gender equality is referred to as the 21st century’s unfinished agenda.

More worrying, the problem goes much deeper than equal opportunities. Yes, it’s true that women are subjected to less favourable employment conditions and remuneration. Yes, it’s true that women are still socialised towards non-technical careers, and that the allocation of education and training resources often favours boys and men.
Although such discrimination is of great concern, it almost pales into insignificance when one considers the horrific abuse women and girls across the globe have to suffer for no other reason than that they were born female.

Women and girls across the globe have to suffer horrific abuse for no other reason than that they were born female.

Women are sold into prostitution and slavery. They are forced into underage marriage. Women endure genital mutilation. And yet the Universal Declaration of Human Rights states that all human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.

Many women experience childbirth not as a very special moment, but as something to be feared because of a lack of proper care. It is estimated that half a million women and girls die each year as a result of pregnancy or childbirth. For many women home is not a place of safety but of oppression and danger. Domestic violence is a killer, so much so that studies have found it kills more women than diseases such as malaria and tuberculosis.

When one considers these gross abuses, Hilary Clinton’s remark, “for many women, it is an act of courage to get through the day”, takes on a new, ominous significance.

There is neither a simple explanation nor a solution, not when one considers the elaborate maze of culture and ideology. What is clear is that we must not remain silent or stand idly by. The women of South Africa have a proud history of speaking up, of resisting the wrongs of this world and enforcing change. Is our Constitution not acknowledged as among the most progressive in the world? Do we not share in the pride of this accomplishment?

It is not only the big, bold gestures that change the world. Change happens because of many small acts. It is the hourly, daily, weekly awareness of the injustices around us and the willingness to act, and not just think about acting, that shift perceptions and behaviour.

In every arena of human endeavour there is a woman with the ability and influence to shape new ways of thinking and doing, be it in information and communication technology, education or mining. Such women have the power to demonstrate that limiting women’s options is a missed opportunity.

Above all, we have to use the characteristics that make us women to open a door on to a more enlightened consciousness, one that will allow humanity to invent a future that promotes the wellbeing of women.
— Nombulelo “Pinky” Moholi

Credit: Mail & Guardian Book of Women 2011

A Very Coffee Story

I love coffee. I wouldn’t say I’m addicted to it. 

I can’t say I remember when I first had a taste of such joy. It started with Ricoffi and moved on to Frisco. But now, the only instant coffee I can really stomach is Jacobs Kronung.

I’m also a book lover. The marriage of Seattle Coffee and Exclusive Books was one of the greatest things that ever happened in my life. Suddenly, there was a Vida e Caffe in Cape Town and I dreamed of the day it would finally find it’s way to Johannesburg.

Now I’m spoilt for choice. There’s a barista at work who makes perfectly foamed lattes through the day. Motherland popped up in Rosebank, then Dunkeld, then Braamfontein. (Chai latte is my poison)

Braamfontein: A little buzz of Williamsburg, Brooklyn in our backyard. Doubleshot. And Father.

Again, I’m not addicted to coffee. I don’t know anything about it, either. I just appreciate it’s extraordinary aroma, it’s bitter but overpowering taste.

When I was at the Chanel counter at the Melrose Arch Edgars, the lady told me something special, something I didn’t know. When smelling different fragrances, you should take a whiff of coffee beans in between to cancel out the scent of the previous fragrance. Astounding. And I didn’t mind smelling coffee beans.

This morning, I drank rooibos tea with honey, in effort to get healthy. Oh, the sweet dreams of New Year’s resolutions. But only coffee can get my day really started. So I’ll probably have one after this post with my awesome Le Creuset mug. *airpunch*

(Broke) hostzilla is itching!

If you know me then you know the following about me:

  • I like pretty things
  • I like people
  • I like cooking and baking
  • I like hosting

Put all these four ingredients together, and you get the most amazing dinner party. But that hasn’t happened yet. I’d love to host something as quaint and as beautiful as the below garden party. 

Summer time. The company of six. Three course meal. Some kind of bluesy music. Clean and crisp table. And fairy lights.

I’m sold.

However, I recently come off hosting a bunch of people, and it’s January. My pockets are dry. I’m really just liking things right now.

Also I should probably move into my own place ;)

All images courtesy of OhHappyDay

Life is a series of meaningless poses.
The Raftman’s Razor by Keith Bearden

House of Cards is coming back!!!

Next month. February 14. If you want to get me something useful for Valentine’s Day, this show would be it.


Robin Wright is the perfect Lady McBeth, except there’s no guilt felt here. No “Outdamn’d spot! Out, I say!" here.


If you haven’t watched the first season, there’s something wrong with you, and I suggest you get on it.

On the topic of upcoming new seasons, GIRLS without the annoying Charlie (there are way more annoying characters in Girls). Mind you, I had intended on not watching this third season because the second season was mediocre, but here I am excited about it *sigh*



(This poster just gave me vertigo)

Sandra Bullock’s acting and choice of films has gotten better with age. She has an Oscar now. She’s an Academy Award winning actress, so ungamjongeli phantsi, especially after Gravity.

What a touch race to the finish this will be. Cate Blanchett was brilliant in Blue Jasmine but so was Bullock in Gravity.

A suspense filled film that had Bullock basically acting solo on screen for most of the film. As much as I’ve preached about excellent screenplays, Gravity hardly has dialogue (no, it’s not a silent film). The movie relies on emotion. Acting without a script can be incredibly difficult, but Sandra Bullock does it so effortlessly with raw emotion. The viewer feels everything she feels in her journey to get home from a failed space mission.

Good luck to Bullock and Blanchett. I’d hate to be the voters at the Oscars this year.

Please note, this review is based on the fact that I haven’t watched the other possible Oscar contender movies yet. It may be altered once I have seen them. Ok. Thanks. Bye :)

American Hustle | ★★★★★


While on my conquest to be a movie buff, I must admit I had never heard of American Hustle until the Golden Globe nominees were announced. Sue me!

And as much as I didn’t enjoy The Silver Linings Playbook to the extent that critics praised it, I decided to give David O. Russell, Jennifer Lawrence and Bradley Cooper another chance. Also I really like Amy Adams and Christian Bale.

David O. Russell has a knack of adapting books and/or real life events into movies. He seems to be flourishing in this field. And with American Hustle, he created an incredible piece of fiction.

Based on the ABSCAM scandal that involved an FBI operation (FBI formed Abdul Enterprises as a front company for its operation). headed by Richie DiMaso (Bradley Cooper), who ropes in a Bonnie and Clyde con duo, Irving Rosenfeld (Christian Bale) and Edith Greensly (Amy Adams) to help him catch the mother load, New Jersey mayor Carmine Polito (Jeremy Renner) and bunch of other crooked people.

Bale is almost unrecogniseable with a Donald Trump toupee and a large gut (apparently, he gained 43 pounds for the role). While all that is impressive, Jennifer Lawrence in a supporting role as Rosenfeld’s wife, Rosalyn, stole the show as a typical Italian-American stay-at-home, always-drinking, cannot-cook wife. At 23, Lawrence really has amazing and mature talent in her bones.

I thought you were mysterious like my mother. Until it turned out that mysterious meant depressed.

The script. Oh, the script. It’s amazing. Where did O’Russell come up with these amazing lines? And as mentioned before, a terrible script can even make the greatest actors worth of a Golden Razzie award, but the American Hustle dialogue is so witty, I’m getting a little speechless right now.

You’re gross inside.

The imagery Rosenfeld used to describe Rosalyn had me in stitches and began to set up the type of character Jennifer Lawrence was bringing to the table. We meet her as a dysfunctional wife who almost burned their house down, as told on by her son.

She was the Picasso of passive aggressive karate.

But she married a criminal. She knows too much.

As a side note, I think it also needs to be nominated for Best Costume Design. So many movies fail to portray an era that has different types of people. The costumes in American Hustle help clearly define characters. 

MY Top 20 Albums of 2013


1. If You Leave - Daughter

2. Jai Paul (Unofficial Album) - Jai Paul

3. Sing To The Moon - Laura Mvula

4. Night Time, My Time - Sky Ferreira

5. Avalanche - Quadron

6. Settle - Disclosure

7. Woman - Rhye

8. Overgrown - James Blake

9. Black Radio 2 - Robert Glasper