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Looking at you, looking back at me.

Did you hear about the broken heart on Calamity Lane?

It couldn't fathom the source of its pain. It had been bestowed upon it before it came to know the very concept of feeling. It knew not that it once loved; it had only been there to face the repercussions of this supposed great love. "How is it that you can have all the pain in the world and no love left to justify it?", thought the heart. The heart struggled to figure it all out, then it came to realise that it's nothing without its counterpart, Mind.

City lights illuminate the bones of those who are too dark to know...
Know of the power that is innate in them...
Emotional loadshedding
Only shedding the load is what they're truly dreading
For they are proud men and women
Once scathed by the abrasive
Once influenced by the persuasive
Too damaged to dream to live
Settling for making a nightmare out of a wonderful life
Consumed by their self imposed plight
City lights; there to supposedly "guide you home"
But too much pride exists as a result of the plummet from the throne
Call it "throne back"
For now they're too focused on what it is they lack
Instead of reminding themselves of what they've been given
A clean slate, a chance to be guilt ridden
Forbidden fruits in the form of sharp suits and photoshoots
With feet far from the ground
From which they continue to uproot
So as to levitate to a state of "far gone-ness"
And so neglected becomes the concept of one-ness.

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Getting lifted.

60's: Mods vs. Rockers

Rockers

Mods

Brawl...

Before the hippies and the skinheads there were

two other conflicting subcultures; the Mods and the Rockers.

On the one end you have the Mods on their scooters;

sleek, sophisticated chic, with a little individualistic "cool",

deemed snobbish (probably because of their Italian threads),

all about the music (jazz, R&B, ska, soul) and fashion.

On the other end you have the Rockers on their motorcycles;

 edgy, scruffy, outcasts, with a sense of angst,

who were all about the rock 'n roll and could care less about

sporting suits and jiving in nightclubs.

Posh or not, they're both bad ass!

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And when she fell, she broke her fall
With a floor made of flaws that claimed it all
Her sanity impaired and her heart intact
And so she felt it...call it "Deep Impact"

"The telephone...she is broken."



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Rihanna - We Found Love

"It’s like you’re screaming and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. And when it’s over and it’s gone, you almost wish you could have all the bad stuff back, so you can have the good."

This video takes me back to that early Eurodance sound.

Enjoy.

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"Yeah yeah and it’s O.K.
I tie my hands up to a chair so I don’t fall that way.
Yeah yeah and I’m alright.
I took a sip of something poison but I’ll hold on tight"

Nuff said.

"Moving Target Penny Can"

Gotta love Cougar Town

When in doubt...

...Go for Brogue.

Duffel Bag Diaries

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The duffel bag; utilitarian or swag?

I feel like many a metro sexual man keep one of these bad boys at hand. It is strategically held down low so as to align with the ankle, or tossed over either shoulder, much like a knapsack.

My question is: "What goes in there?"

Wondrous

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A life in photos; getting rid of the all negatives

Perhaps edit them (highlighting the many silver linings) 

Leaving only the proofs behind...

Proof that we once came to be...in focus.

Don't Rain on My Parade

Whilst with a few friends, trying to get our way around Jozi  this past Saturday, we were stopped by a certain Marshall Gigolo. Totally unsuspecting of what was to happen next, we waited with great anticipation to cross the darn street. Only then did we recall that that particular Saturday was indeed the day of Joburg Pride.


Joburg Pride is an event that is dedicated to the LGBT (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender) community and thus goes about celebrating their orientation as well as their diversity. This is achieved with a parade/march in which people from all over, both homosexual and heterosexual, participate. Thereafter, is a huge jam, featuring a whole lot of performances by local music acts.

 As we realised that we were going to have to wait for a while, we hopped out of the car to get a few snaps. It was so wonderful to witness a strong sense of unison as masses of people strutted and swaggered along, together, standing up for what they believe in. Adorned in flamboyant costumes and sporting very innovative novelty T's, everyone had a little flavour to bring.

For more info visit

http://joburgpride.org/

Thought

Sometimes you have to stand still to withstand the thrill that is the world. The oyster from which the pearl of eclecticism is spawned. For in the midst of the versatility that the population so desperately seeks, it is nothing but easy to lose yourself in the moment, in the music and in the madness.

Salut!