"My code of life and conduct is simply this: work hard, play to the allowable limit, disregard equally the good and bad opinion of others, never do a friend a dirty trick, eat and drink what you feel like when you feel like, never grow indignant over anything, trust to tobacco for calm and serenity, bathe twice a day … learn to play at least one musical instrument and then play it only in private, never allow one’s self even a passing thought of death, never contradict anyone or seek to prove anything to anyone unless one gets paid for it in cold, hard coin, live the moment to the utmost of its possibilities, treat one’s enemies with polite inconsideration, avoid persons who are chronically in need, and be satisfied with life always but never with one’s self."
Fireflies on the Water isan installation made of 150 lights, mirrors and water. It offers an out-of-this-world experience from the confines of a modest room paneled with mirrors and adorned with 150 tiny beads of light deliberately suspended throughout the compact space. Upon entering the room, there’s an illusionary effect that gives the impression of infinite space reflected on all sides and in the two inches of water that flows
Does: Researcher at the South African Human Rights Commission
Loves: Deep fried ice-cream. Ignoring responsibilities and taking naps instead. Rapping to Biggie.
Wearing: Glisten Dress (Chiffon shoulder fan detail dress)
I describe my style as: Erratic and lucky. I choose things purely based on how much I’ve fallen in love with them and I’m really grateful that most of them work for me.
If you could add anything to your wardrobe what would it be?Burgundy Air Jordan 5s. I’ve recently been contemplating making the quantum leap from heels to sneakers and despite being a bit old, these pulled at my heart strings the minute I laid eyes on them.
If you looked inside my closet you would see: A warehouse worth of Mr Price stuff, an obscene number of head scarves and countless pilfered treasures from the wardrobes of my mother and friends.
Do you own anything you absolutely can not get rid of? My burnt orange leather jacket. I live in it.
For AW12 I am excited about wearing: Hats. I’ve been wearing turbans for a couple of months now while attempting to grow a baby fro. Can’t wait to pair it with cute fedoras and beanies.
Could you see this dress as part of your wardrobe? I cannot see my wardrobe without it.
What would you like to be good at? Writing.
What makes you happy? Riveting words, be it in conversation or book. Eating dessert before dinner. The people that keep me grounded. Freaking myself out with grand ambitions.
What makes you cross? Spirit thieves and energy vampires.
Boys are… Marvelous. Everything about them.
Girls are… Even better.
Your Tumblr is really refreshing because of your writing and the fact that it is quite wordy. Most people have very picture orientated blogs or Tumblrs. I once got a comment from an Anonymous person that my blog isn’t a diary… Any comments on that type of sentiment?
My view of blogging in your personal capacity is that its pretty much the same as Dumbledore’s Pensieve. It’s really just a way of siphoning excess thoughts from your mind. Some people respond better to visual inspiration and that’s what they like to put down. I prefer lots of words, in addition to pictures. I don’t however treat my Tumblr like a diary, it’s not exactly the best space to vent.
What is your ultimate pet peeve as in when you see it happening you
want to punch someone in the neck?
I abhor it when people attempt to establish a sense of solidarity with me based on prejudiced views. Our country is obviously still racially dysfunctional and as a colored person in it, I often find myself in situations where racism, from people of all races, is tentatively suggested, ready to be burst out if well received. It makes my skin crawl.
What artist /song/band are you listening to at the moment? Freddie Joachim, Phantogram and Clams Casino.
“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you’re all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn’t happen much, though.” ~ J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye
I’ve had the same feeling since I was like 9. When I read this for the first time when I was muuuuch younger, I was so happy that it wasn’t nuts to feel this way that I nearly cried.