It's Three in the Morning and I'm Trying to Change Your Mind

It has literally only been two weeks of second term and two weeks since I've blogged and I am officially done with everything (you can see my completely done-ness in the above photograph). OK, I'm done in spirit. I still have another three weeks until exams and two weeks after that until I'm off to Europe where I'll buy a fabulous faux-fur coat and extra long cigarettes, put my hair up in a bob and smudge all my eyeliner. Basically, I'll become Margot Tennenbaum in Spain.

I can't wrap my head around how quickly the year is going by. All my tests are still littered with crossed out 2013s! My refusal to get the hang of replacing the 3 with a 4 may be because I'm so terrified of Grade Twelve and matriculating and becoming a grown woman who can do whatever [she] wants. At the same time I can't wait as well. It's so much easier to go through this end-of-high-school-freak-out when you just have to watch from the sidelines as your sister or older friends go through it while you're in the state of dreaming. I mean, I can't even.

I finally bought into the hype that is Arctic Monkeys' AM. I am so in love with them, I think I might let myself discover the rest of the discography. The problem with something that everyone's Instagramming and has appeared forty times a day on your Tumblr dashboard is that half the time it's total shit. So I'm really wary of checking out the things I've seen reblogged.
But, afhhgfhfghgfhfhfhfhghgghgh - AM is the bomb. My favourite right now is Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High just because there was time last year when I was literally living that song.

My jersey and dashiki-like T-shirt worn as a dress and creepers are all from stores on the same street in Turkey. My bag is from Mr Price. My bangle was a fourteenth birthday gift from Truworths.

 I'm planning on make the Maboneng Precinct my regular hangout. I helped out a friend today who had to interview people about rediscovering Johannesburg. The best and worst thing about hipster neighbourhoods like Maboneng and Braamfontein is that everyone is an up and coming artist, photographer, model, fashion designer, etc. so they are all really open to collaborating and getting interviewed and posing for street style.

 There was a beautiful exhibit called Mirrors at the Museum of African Design. Unfortunately, we didn't stay long enough to read the artist's rationale but she/he made a really great copy of my favourite Gustave Courbet self-portrait.

I know Cape Town is always recommended as the place to visit in South Africa but as unforgiving as it may be sometimes, Johannesburg is one of the greatest cities you'll ever encounter. There are so many different groups of people from so many different places with so many different stories and histories here. And it's like a really great painting, the more you look the better it gets, the more little things you notice here and there, the more you fall in love.

Forever
Khensani xx

I Live In a Hologram with You

I'm a rather boring person right now. I don't know why.
Today, an old friend asked me about things going on in my life. We hadn't seen each in a long time and it was weird. Talking to old friends gives you an uncomfortable sensation and guilt and nostalgia and that thing you get when you're with your mom and you feel like you have to constantly explain yourself. My friend noted that I didn't the laugh the way I used and my humour had changed. I was quieter, more subdued, like I had a lot on my mind.
Talking to an old friend and reminiscing - you'd expect you'd learn new things about your friend and receive a more rose-tinted view of the past but those things you find from just looking at the person, watching them check their Twitter whenever the conversation stalls.
And after said friend leaves and you promise to try to see more of each, say hi to your mom/sister/the-love-of-your-lives, you're still left with that gross feeling of guilt. It flows through your veins like oil and your arms become heavy.
You never realise how much you've changed until you're faced with the people who've become people you used to know. One of those people being yourself.
I don't know. It all made me think of Buzzcut Season by Lorde. There's something about the song that makes me think of the increasing number of people I know becoming people I knew. And it's great that times are changing but change is this terrible shade of blue that I find both warm and cool.

 Wifebeater: Topman | Jeans: Cotton On | Sandals: Edgars | Bangle: Truworths | Lipstick: some eyeshadow and Vaseline | Attitude: 16 years of being nothing

 Camisole: Mr Price | Pajama Trousers: Zara Istanbul | Shoes: Diva at Zando.co.za | Ring: the store formerly known as Sass Diva, Zuri | Belt: Mr Price

 *** FYI: I wore these outfits on separate occasions. I am not a great catfish.

 Midnight blue is such a great colour. It's so suggestive of eternity and foreverness (in terms of Tavi's Rookie December 2013 Ed's Letter). I find it strange that blue is seen as a cool colour since there's nothing more comforting and refreshing than the night sky.

Forever,
Khenzo xx