In Whorefish Bloomers: The Waitresses’ Lament: Take a Taste
Riding on the Greyhound down to Cape Town a few days ago had me remembering when I bussed down +- fifteen years ago to the Mother City, the City of … Read More
Riding on the Greyhound down to Cape Town a few days ago had me remembering when I bussed down +- fifteen years ago to the Mother City, the City of … Read More
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Mamela Nyamza’s work is disruptive and provocative and alienating, sometimes ugly, sometimes unbearable in its unrelenting purpose, always hard-hitting. It’s not … Read More
Rousing drumming and the mbira’s twanging fills the hazy air. A faint yet distinct burning smell lingers. Bodies pulsate. Swift fling. Sharp grab. Resist. Rebound. Relentless undulation. A trance state … Read More
We know you love our fringe guides. We love writing them. So, for your ease and pleasure, here it is. We’ve scrutinised the Cape Town Fringe Festival 2017 programme and whittled … Read More
That hour of carefully crafted solitude. That cup of coffee. That cigarette you (possibly) no longer smoke. That sharpened 2B pencil. That Cape Town Fringe programme freshly fetched from the … Read More