This is my first lookpost. Woop!
I was gifted this beautiful bright yellow croptop by my friends at B Mckenzie after my interview with Kendi Sapepa. I’ve been threatening to style it ever since. Since it’s summer, all the invitations to braais, dinner parties and weddings are pouring in. Ok not really, I’m not that popular but it’s still nice to dream. I’ve styled the crop for those three events; shorts and kicks for a braai, high-waisted cigarette pants for the dins and a wax print skirt for the weddings. Enjoy!
Photography by Mothusi Molote.
Well to answer the question in a literal manner, Barbara Mckenzie is the brainchild of Kendi Sapepa. A young partly Mthatha partly Margate raised Joburg resident and fashion designer. However the point of this post is not answer the question literally but rather laterally in this kick-ass interview below. Before we start, I’d like to paint a vivid picture for you to store in your mind while you read the interview: There was infusion tea, cake, scintillating conversation and the upper-eschelonesque ambience of Life Grande Cafe, Hyde Park (Whom I’d like to give a shout out for great service and tea and cake!) – a combination only surpassed by Kendi’s designs. With that picture in mind, see the Q&A below 🙂
Having grown up in Bronkhorstpruit one would think I would be accustomed to the point of jadedness of the spectacle that is the Nan Hua Temple. Situated a mere hour and a half’s drive away from Joburg, it is the most calming experience I have had in a long time. The temple was a gift to the Bronkhorstspruit community from the Buddist Community.
With the Loeries Awards having moved from Cape Town to Durban I was worried mine and Mukondi’s tradition of shopping for the awards outfits in the host town would have to die this year. I’m not familiar with Durban’s fashion scene so I was a tad uncomfortable. Enter Vim and Verve Collection; a quaint store in the heart of Durban that houses local designers, vintage and new, as well as other nice-finds from around SA.
With the heavy workload I’ve been under these past few weeks a box of donuts dropped off at the office with my name on it was the saving grace I needed to power through. A girl needs her treats when times are tough.
These delicious creations are from a spanking new brand of donuts called Dluxe Donuts, a Jozi based company THAT DELIVERS! Now all your sweet treat needs will be met…at your doorstep. Think brunches, birthdays, baby-showers, girls’-night-ins or even just girl’s got a craving days.
Did you say chicken and waffles?
That was my reaction when I first heard about the new cool spot in Braam, Mr Big Stuff. Okay here’s my best attempt at describing a bite of this old American favourite: Savoury, sweet, crunchy, soft soul hugging palette rousing wonder. Don’t knock it till you have tried it. After the first bite I couldn’t grasp why we haven’t been serving this combo all along. Chicken and waffles go together like Will and Jada, like Sundays and slippers, like Cream Soda and a hang over. [Speaking of which I’m sure this combo also makes for a kick-ass hangover buster.]
A deeply potent cocktail of inspiration, beauty, luxury and magic all in a shot glass that you take straight to the head in a week; The Cannes Lions Festival. It was an experience that will never leave my mental memory box or the “that one time” collection of conversation starters. Nothing that I can fit into a blog post can cover the feeling or the absolute dream it all was but luckily my camera was there to help me out. And as one does when in doubt, I made a list.
When in Cannes you must:
Well cursor, curse you this time. I have finally plucked up the courage to put up my very first blog post. And what a topic to start, PAHREE!
Between croissants, macaroons and beautiful storied architecture, somewhere in a hazy ambrosia of city romance I found what makes Paris Paris; Beauty. This is the city where the beauty of all things is paramount. Literally. Parisian folk have a keen aesthetic alertness like none I’ve ever come across. Everything will be beautiful if it’s the last thing they do.