Saturday, August 7, 2010

Dear Mom and Dad

Dear Parents

Why the hell did you send us to mainstream Afrikaans schools? Seriously, guys do not write songs about sun burnt Afrikaans girls on pavilions cheering first team rugby matches. They don't. One word NationalSchoolOfTheArts. Art is where it's at, man.

Love
Your middle child

Scenic World

What a strange day. We realized our new house is situated in a twilight zone. Within walking distance there are many amazing small shops and extremely friendly people.

Walking down the streets, it feels like stepping back into the 80's. But in a good way. I think.

Next time we will take a camera. Here are some other rad items and things we stumbled upon in the meantime.







Randomness

That's what dreams are all about.










































Friday, August 6, 2010

Happy People Don't Complain

Its Friday mofos! And long weekend... And it starts right now. Can it be home time already?

(Here is a song to celebrate)

I Love You Even.

Chronicles of never. Wow. Where do I start?

If the name doesn't explain it well enough, have a look at these pictures. The best way I can put it is - if these shoes and clothes were a person, he would be too attractive to speak to... No jokes.

Thank you Gareth Moody, I love your work.












Tuesday, August 3, 2010

We'll Take Two Please.

Look at this beautiful table. Just look at it.

Now who wants to buy us two of these? Anyone? No? If not, does anyone know where we can find a cheap knock off that looks exactly like this?

Hmmm... It's really perfect for our new study loft. Just saying.


Monday, August 2, 2010

A Tribute

Watch this. Buy the CD. Why? Because it's for a good cause. And you probably downloaded most of the music you have. (That's supposed to make you feel a little bad... No? Oh well.)

Anyways, this video is a collaboration between a friend, friends of friends and some other people, all of whom thought Herman Pretorius was the shit. And he was, a truly amazing person. You can tell by this remix he made. RIP mr X.