wow. so much pressure to be zany and conceptual. it paid off though, because you could walk around the party and not know anyone and spend all night guessing what rock/pop stars people were dressed as and it could pass as genuine and meaningful conversation. some snapshots:
Black Sabbath, A Dead Kennedy and Simple Red.
Michael Jackson and Gwen Stefani. A collision of extreme personal brands.
The Dirty Skirts and a Sister of Mercy.
Dolly Parton, post breast-reduction. Or, were her breasts actually that big? Feel like the past's version of big breasts distorts things somewhat.
The Village People. 2 of them. the other 2 passed out at the pool earlier.
The Cure (to AIDS).
Mark normally wears a gimp mask to every single party. This year it was Devin Kennedy's face blown up huge, x quite a few, as The Dead Kennedies. Creepy? Ya thank? PLus he didn't take it off all night and the mouth got all soft and pithy.
Sister of Mercy and Ozzy Osbourne.
Pete Doherty and Kate Moss.
all in all it was a good party. lots of fun happy times. lots of hugs. lots more drinks than Jupiter had. word is that Jupiter handed out 5 drinks vouchers to staff, who had to buy their own drinks once they were done. word is also that they served bread and soup at their party. issokay. sometimes bread and soup can be… wholesome.
I didn’t drink most of the night because after we left the pool they stopped making cocktails and forced me to choose what i wanted to drink. And we all know why that’s very hard for me to do.
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Tagged black sabbath, costumes, crowded house, dead kennedies, dolly parton, dress like rockstar, farm, gwen stefani, kate moss, king james christmas party 2008, michael jackson, mybrandedlife, ozzy osbourne, pete doherty, pop star, shower, simply red, sisters of mercy, the cure, the dirty skirts, the village people, tulbach, waterval
went to go see Mark and Jo Stead’s caravan the other night. walked into the beautifully redone foyer of the old Metropole hotel (now the Grand Daddy as in Daddy Long Legs Art Hotel) and asked where i could find the caravans.
“You mean the Gulf Streams?” said the receptionist. Aren’t Gulf Streams jets? Turns out they are called “Airstreams”. NEways, ascended the staircase and landed on the roof of the metropole. Mark and co were sitting around with ciders and wine. The only 2 caravans i saw worth documenting were Mark’s and another artist who did a polkadot dorothy theme. some pics:
Dot dot dot.
There's no place like home.
We were joking that it would be funny if the south easter picked up this caravan and dumped it in the middle of Bree Street.
Me in a dot mirror.
And onto Mark and Jo’s Gulf Stream Jet:
Momma bear's chair. Note the embroidery in the cushion.
Wait, this is more like Momma bear's chair.
Bear family heritage. A proud mantelpiece.
A solid bear face. The kind of bear you'd like to sit down at a fireside with and talk berries and salmon.
Special bear porridge bowls.
Kinky post-its from Goldilocks.
Goldilocks wig. Her dress hangs up in the cupboard.
The bear head is also in the cupboard. Things start looking very kinky round about now.
Mark in his bear mask. Far more charming than the Dead Kennedy's mask he wore to the christmas party.
And there you have it. If you’d like to stay there, get ready to pay 4 star prices. Book by popping into 38 Long Street or by calling +27 21 424 7247 or by emailing firstname.lastname@example.org .
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Tagged 3 bears, 4 star, art hotel, artists, boutique hotel, Cape Town, goldilocks, grand daddy, grand daddy hotel, hotel, jo stead, long street, mark stead, mybrandedlife, old metropole hotel