Book review By Matilda Tullie The daughter of eccentric artist parents and the granddaughter of DRUM founder Jim Bailey, Saskia Bailey grows up in an extraordinary home where a train station of wildly interesting guests formed the wallpaper of her childhood. Earlier this year 21-year-old Saskia Bailey weighted South Africa’s book shelves with the release
Coffee shop review The geography of Observatory is such that it enables a sense of community; it has a ‘high street’ of its own separate from the main road from the city to the south, and has a continuity of architecture and narrow streets that contributes to an egalitarian sensibility. With its collection of bars,
Machismo is so passe. Activities such as bullfighting, drinking, arm wrestling, fishing are no longer to be revered, or be written about except in terms of irony or disapproval. It’s only natural. There has been too much blood and killing, conquest and destruction in a world teetering on the edge of annihilation. Too much of
The Events By-law ‘one-size fits all’ approach makes life difficult for smaller organisations trying to do good work. Frustration with the City’s funding procedures and event permit policies have been expressed by a number of arts and culture organisations, with one internationally award-winning organisation having given up on trying to deal with local government bureaucracy.
One liners and comments Moonless: 99 red balloons meaninglessly invade the set. Shoot them down! The Gospel According to Jan Coetzee: Matthew, Mark, Luke and Jan: Afrikaner wannabe Prophet, betrayed by his volk because he is too inclusive in his ministry of a freedom to doubt during Afrikaner Calvinism: Reza de Wet does Raiders (so
The power of a fairy tale is that good always triumphs. No matter how many times you have to read the same story to your child their psyche needs the reassurance of safety provided by the story. The Bookbinder’s apprentice is a hero’s journey is to heal the broken part of himself and the hole
It’s strange to call a play involving the death of a child, suicide, and self-imposed isolation sweet. But that’s the most apt description of Moonless, and it’s an ambiguous one. ‘Sweet’ is generally not a theatrical aspiration. Perhaps, given the subject matter in Moonless, this is quite an achievement, particularly as it is rather well-made.
The room is pumping. Strobes, smoke, the tang of spray painters, chest-bursting 80s electro-pop synth and base, and there above the DJ table are two artists posturing in glitter in a celebration of representational erotica which is so exaggerated it is hilarious and tremendous fun. Hipsters and bohemians in flowy, grungy jackets and tight jeans
Yowzerz. It’s easy to figure out how Wanderer was selected for the main. Energy! Pizazz! All the lights! Smoke! Live electric guitar! Pow! Dance technique to kill for! Phwoah! Six athletes power through a gruelling performance alternating between action packed unison and duet battles and mechanical gestural work and stiflingly still moments. Their movement quality
Mandla Mlangeni’s trumpet blows the sounds of blackness as beautiful young and established jazz players lit a fire in the austere DSG hall. With the opening track dedicated to those without a home, the aptly titled Homeless blew me away; I didn’t expect such a young man to play such distilled — awaiting to be