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 50's fashion done creeped up on and grown on me like an over night fever blister. The overly feminine silhouettes have charmed they way into my aesthetic. Alvidazen to the tomboy... the well endowed and not so well endowed in the hip and bust area can both indulge in the 50's cup cake and desperate housewife glam of it all. 

I'm currently on a mission to have a dress made in the 50's cinched waist and flair skirt silhouette in a traditional African print...a tasteful print though ( definitely not one that is endorsed by Africa magic- I am a proud Afro but I do draw the line when it come to the Ogla of it all). Ironically a lady from Nigeria will be my seamstress on this mission...pure coincidence really.

this is a style I'm taking on.."no holds bared" you wont find it on the freakum dress video vixen clothing rack. It will ward off the male lingering eyes (could put my chances of  luring a male suitor to bed along with my boy friend blazers)

horrors of the titanic revisited...

Im truly at a crossroads in my journey cautiously trying my damdest not pick the road that leads into falling into the labyrinth of poverty 5 years from now. The only thing on my 5 year plan is to not be poor...the horror and decay of poverty sends satanic shivers down my spine. which is followed by epileptic fits of anxiety. It is the not knowing, whether or not if this education tree will bear any fruits once harvest season comes around, that scares the bejesus out of me. Like one of my lectures so eloquently puts it "some of you will be stuck on a tiny boat in the middle of the ocean with no paddles and wondering to yourself how the fuck you got here and how the hell you are going to get to the shore if you actually do" and folks like me who can't swim will have to pray to their ancestors that the boat doesn't tip over-oh the horror!!

The only thing keeping me going at this point in time, which may sound superficial to some and reasonable to my materialistic  soul mates, is getting  my first pair of red soles and a Hermes Burkin (ostrich skin). Its not poetic or profound it just is what it is-the reason I plan my outfits each day and the reason I force my lifeless body to go on board the slave ship that is university. Hopefully this ship wont pull a titanic on me...

this weekend was bananas and vaginae. went to the prestigious gay pride in joburg.twas amazingly bonkers the result of the chaos and anarchy that will happen if the world was turned on its head. I made out with 4 of the world's worst kissers (they happened to female)...I was convinced from that point that the hetero Gods were giving a big fat saliva filled hint that your are a complete penis orientated human being and that I SHOULD JUST SHUT UP AND ACCEPT IT ALREADY. I took the hint...

my gay pride squad made the affair even more eventful then I would have ever imagined. It was indeeed A bursh.....here are a couple of pics that highlight the fagatry of it all!!

fagatry is plausable

call it experimental but i do sometimes give sometimes find myself starring at girls that I should. I am after all a designer and aesthetics do leave me lingering longer than the average person does. I'm a complete hetero  but the thought does cross my mind of whether the grass is really greener on my side of the fence...

this weekend is an opportunity to browse and admire the female form without summoning glares filled with disgust from onlookers. The goal is to sing I kissed a girl and i liked it after the drunken drumming in my head has died down.I already have my opening lines and strategies in place if that doesn't work the idea is to get them drunk til they forget their names (that always seems to work in movies) if not a fuck me dress always does the job. when that is accomplished i will be one less thing on my bucket list.

I dedicate this weekends escapades to  breast, vaginae and dildo ambitions

stagnating

I am like most people in varsity studying for some degree in something or the other..I didn't do my research like the life orientation teacher suggested so now I'm stuck in lectures rooms learning about something or the other-Im hoping one these days the lecture will give me a hint. Some days I have glimpses of what exactly it is I'm doing and most days its a mixture wtf am i doing and how the hell did i actually end up here?? a question I'm still battling to answer everyday.

This debacle of mine made me think about whether we should plan our lives ahead (get on the 5 year plan these self help books speak so highly of) in other word use the "measure your wood ten times and cut once" philosophy or throw all caution aside and hope for the best like John Lennon says " life is what happens while your busy making other plans".

Plus call me naive, childish, inexperienced or hippy but i don't think God brought us here to worry about deadlines, bonds, homework...

In my perfect utopia everything will go back to the neanderthal days where all you have to worry about is food, fighting over a mating partner and picking folical residue out of each others butts. But we would still have running water, electricity and jimmy choo shoes

this is how I know that God is a woman..........

Mary Sibande

Zanele Muhol

Jane Alexandra

And lastly......                  Nandipha Mntambo

These are some of the most inspiring and prolific young female fine artist and one slightly older one in. I marvel at these women's creations with with a childlike awe. I should have done this post during woman's month but I was avoiding becoming a cliche (because there is truly nothing worse then being cliche its like saying merry Christmas on Christmas day).

who needs a tan??

Alek Wek a true reflection of a pure bread African woman she is my muse and my style icon.Plus I sorta gotta lil crush on her pity I am straight.I do though think she is the epitome of beauty...many might not agree but I could care less what the gullible masses think.

    Black diamonds.....of the African kind. A true reflection of Sun kisses and solar embraces. The sun's lovechild!!

I die over those rouge stained lips...and if you can why not get more black??

black will never go out of style.......plus with global warming everyone is going black