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New Apartment Love

So Rei and I finally moved into our new place on Saturday. Credit must be given to Rei for soldiering on after I collapsed in a teary pile on the floor saying “I can’t. I can’t, anymore.” The key observation to come out of the exercise is that moving muscles are very different to toning circuit muscles. It was worth it though as we are tres happy. Here are some pics (a bit messy, still some stuff lying around that shouldn’t be there, but you get the idea):

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<3 Lounge <3

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<3 Kitchen as seen from Lounge <3

3 Lions head as seen from Lounge / Kitchen 3

<3 Lion's head as seen from Lounge / Kitchen <3

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<3 First home-cooked meal in new place by night <3

3 Hugging Ghosts Salt and Pepper shakers - housewarming gift from Reis mom 3

<3 Hugging Ghosts Salt and Pepper shakers - housewarming gift from Rei's mom <3

We’re collecting cushions for the lovely white couch banks. Today I bought Nunu from Anna, a designer I work with. She has her own knitted goods label called Wolmer.

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<3 Meet Nunu <3


been floored. sick. faint. weak.

and there I thought i’d become immune to human bugs, but i guess not. spent a lot of the weekend half-awake. then thought a run was just what i needed to get myself in top form again. of course, 15 minutes into run I overheated and had to stop. pushed on through a full 40 minutes of cardio and came to work feeling like an old cat that wanted to crawl under some manky old car to die.

am slightly recovered but at the end of my first day back I’m feeling old cattish again. not the best feeling. is humbling. makes me write like a normal person. makes me less cocksure and ironic. makes me realise that I am “Human After All”, and that Daft Punk weren’t playing around. Also makes me realise the answer to that Killers song ‘Are we human, or are we dancers’ is c) all of the above.

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Have also had a lot of time taken up with collecting stuff for new nest, which is lovely white retro flat down the road from current flat in Gardens.

On Saturday (the 2nd hottest day of the year after Friday), the boyfriend amiably dragged me out to Willowbridge so we could scout out dining room tables. I was still sick, so wanted to settle for first thing I saw. Boyfriend said ‘that looks like a school table’. I sulked. Then I drank some water and we sat down in the heat wondering what to do. I chewed on my paw a vida e mozarella roll. We drove back to the city bowl and slept the rest of the afternoon away.

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Sunday: admit, reluctantly, that I am totally addicted to Gossip Girl. there. I said it.

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Monday: went on dreaded run. limped home from work some time before 10am. slept whole day. much the same for tuesday. fascinating. hey y’ulle,blogs get sick, too.

Pics

Lions Head.

View from new flat: Lion's Head.

unfurnished as of yet. Built in white leather wall couches are nice touch though.

Lounge: unfurnished as of yet. Built in white leather wall couches are nice touch though.

Harvey. Belongs to the neighbours. Scratches his neck compulsively. Everyones got a secret.

Harvey. Belongs to the neighbours. Scratches his neck compulsively. Everyone's got a secret.


moving house. again.

2007 was a record moving year for me. i moved 17 million times. half the time i was moving across the country between my wine farm in Cape Town and the gold mine I inherited in Joburg. the rest of the time i was micro-moving within Joburg and Cape Town, on an eternal quest for A Place to Call Home. now, i am looking to move again. and since i have done this so many times, i feel qualified to write a generalised but fairly accurate guide to moving house in the 2 cities i call home.

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How to Move House in Joburg:

1. Get hold of paper, decide what you’re looking for, peruse paper, find endless affordable and beautifully renovated options, select one you like most, rent. Live happily ever after. The End.

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How to Move House in Cape Town:

1. Get into fistfight with bergies on way to find CapeAds vendor. Buy CapeAds, fork out half your salary for cup of coffee at pricey yet trendy coffee shop in Gardens while you go through paper holding thumbs.

2. Find options that are kind of right, but never exactly what you’re looking for. You pick your battles: BICs vs. security vs. fitted stove vs. view of a vacant parking lot. Decide which ‘feature’ is going to be least soul-destroying.

3. Settle for option that sounds least crap. Call estate agent, maintain smile while she treats you like a bergie and judges your shoes (these are 9 West, i’ll have you know. f-off. you’re an estate agent, not The Queen Mother. though you kind of look like Jabba the Hut.)

4. Make appointment to see flat. Lovingly run your hand over the nicotine-stained walls and stop and smell the faeces in the corner. Tell estate agent this wasn’t really what you had in mind. You were thinking maybe a view. Maybe freshly painted walls. Maybe less cockcroaches. Definitely less starving mothers breast-feeding wide-eyed babies in the hallways.

5. Courageously maintain smile while estate agent kicks you in the shins, insults your mother and calls you an ungrateful wretch. Wince (you have now learnt) while estate agent asks you what you expect, since this is Cape Town, and actually Nigerian Drug Lords are fantastic neighbours because criminals are too scared to break in.

6. Consider her point for a second before politely thanking her and speeding home so you can cry into your 300 thread count percale pillow while rocking back and forth, staring at your view of garden’s centre, wondering why it has to be this way. Why, oh why. Drink a bottle of meths because whisky won’t make you forget fast enough. Repeat entire process the next day for 6 months. Decide to move back to Joburg. The End.

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Just looking for a clean, quiet place I can love into a home. Buffalo roaming optional. Security and off-street parking a must.

Just looking for a clean, quiet place I can love into a home. Buffalo roaming optional. Security and off-street parking a must.

PS. as you may have gathered, i’m looking for a new home. Either a bachelor / one-bedroomed place, fully or semi-furnished. Must be clean and secure. Preferably close to Gardens. I am not averse to sharing a place with someone chilled who works full time. Sharing prevents hermiting, which is a good thing. If you hear about anything special, mail me: alex@mybrandedlife.com

weekly roundup: stuff and things

if i was still doing tv ads i would probably be obsessing about how i can get wes anderson to direct one of my commercials. good thing i am now focusing on design and more through-the-line, experiental / real-life/ meaningful concepts, because i can imagine i would do a lot of lame things like get dressed up like Angelica Houston in Life Aquatic / Royal Tennenbaums and re-enact classic scenes from those movies just so i could fit getting all celebrity-director feverish into my 9-5. i would post lots of movies on youtube which no one but my colleagues and stalker ex boyfriend would view, while they cringed for me. anyway here is an ad starring brad pitt that wes directed.

Hello I am Wes Anderson. I directed classics you might have heard of such as A Life Aquatic, which was inspired by me drinking this glass of water. I also directed The Royal Tennenbaums. Plus I directed that quirky movie about 3 brothers who find themselves on a train in India. I forgot the name because I dont define myself by what i do but rather by who I am. I am confidant and down-to-earth. I am sorry but i cant direct your fragrance commercial because it doesnt align with my personal brand, even though you wrote it for me. I guess Ive changed. Youve changed. Change is part of life. Sorry.

Hello I am Wes Anderson. I directed classics you might have heard of such as A Life Aquatic, which was inspired by me drinking this glass of water. I also directed The Royal Tennenbaums. Plus I directed that quirky movie about 3 brothers who find themselves on a train in India. I forgot the name because I don't define myself by what i do but rather by who I am. I am confident and down-to-earth. I am sorry but i can't direct your fragrance commercial because it doesn't align with my personal brand, even though you wrote it for me. I guess I've changed. You've changed. Change is part of life. Sorry.

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in other news, i spent an amazing day at the South African History Museum on Saturday. went and investigated all the fossils. learnt about where we come from. learnt about how we evolved from small 1-bit file sizes to full on 500 GB living breathing human hard drives. remembered how small we are in the greater scheme of things. i even met a really nice shark with whom i hit it off immediately. we might get lunch next week.

Its good to make friends with people who are different to you, so that you can learn about yourself through your differences.

It's good to make friends with people who are different to you, so that you can learn about yourself through your differences.

this followed a most intense full-body massage i had at the Paris Spa right here below our offices at Wembley Square. a girl called Abigail took me for an Aromatherapy treatment, and managed to coax out via sheer force all the tension that’s been building in my shoulders for the past year or so. i came out feeling like i’d found god in the form of a plump and smiley masseuse with hair extensions. big thanks must go to my mum, who got me the massage as a christmas present.

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I bumped into Kanye West on a blog this morning, and he told me he’s giving up rapping for fashion. says he just wants to do something normal, now that he is at the apex of his career / everybody’s career.

Kanye with this summers new menswear pattern. Swirly vibes are the new pinstripe.

Kanye with this summer's new menswear pattern. Swirly vibes are the new pinstripe.

So i asked him what of that great idea i had where he could come be President of South Africanland. I pointed out that it would be pretty similar to being a rapper but he said he wasn’t sure if a seat in parliament would ‘bring it’ enough for him to feel motivated every day. sad news. got my hopes up. at least kanye has enough $ with which to bribe central st. martin’s. ask anyone who has any real talent and they’ll tell you they didn’t get accepted into central st. martin’s because their father doesn’t belong to the Old Boys Oxford St Martin’s Old English Money Lord Alumni. life’s tough when you’re just a nobody from southafricanland who didn’t make a ‘high art’ rap album to get you a foot in the fashion door.

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one more week til holidays. i go off on friday and come back on monday 5 jan. i know if i was *really* committed to being a real blogger i would blog all the way through but i’ve already committed to a tan and a book and a swimming pool. plus the screen on my new Macbook pro-Pod Steve Jobs Worx is too glossy for the outdoors. and i’ll be damned if i sacrifice reasonable exchange rates on Horlicks in Africa and then not make use of the sunshine.

Only 4 more days, horsey. Just put one hoof in front of the other. Think of all the carrots and sugarlumps waiting for you at the end of this week.

Only 4 more days, horsey. Just put one hoof in front of the other. Think of all the carrots and sugarlumps waiting for you at the end of this week.

stickers for The Grid seen around Gardens

The Grid is the new location-based social networking application for your cellphone. if you’re not on it, go to www.onthegrid.com to check it out. i’ve been seeing these little orange stickers all around town and managed ot get a few close-ups – pretty similar to the blips (virtual notes) you can leave around town on the grid.

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king james 10 year reunion party: the highlights

the agency where i cut my teeth has always known how to throw a party, and this was one of their finer moments. drinks of the evening were tanqueray10 and tonic, which is like juicy herb goodness, and don julio – in shooters, in hair, on the floor.

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James and Alistair giving out words and swords.
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colleagues and close, close friends.
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alistair deity
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a lonely passenger on a bus, ross chowles from jupiter drawing room:
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on the floor with my ex-boss jenny
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joanie and jono, rocking out
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megan strat planner extraordinaire and nicky rush
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jen and tracey kirsten from brandhouse
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jody and linton
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mark kisses anina’s burgeoning belly
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alistair talking to a dress i really like
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it’s sue! and that guy from kj joburg…
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robyn – my old desk mate / art director / fellow security god – and me
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devin tells a junior not to get so drunk
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the willoughby took of his clothes
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and haydn managed to fall asleep in a corner of the agency, though this time it looks like he came prepared.
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