Marie-Claire, Bryanboy and me

Thursday night I spent surrounded by Joburg’s fashion set at the Marie Claire Prix D’Excellence del la Mode 2011, which if my French serves me (until now I could say goodbye, cat, French Revolution, let them eat cake!  and enjoy your meal) means Marie Claire’s prize for supremely excellent fashion and all things fashionable.

The fashion set are an interesting crew – with flamboyant titles that match their taste in accessories. Among the judges were a “fashion architect” and a “fashion council member”. No fashion grand wizard or fashion supreme leader but that’s probably coming next year. As for me – I am a “fashion user”, committed to getting the occasional rush.

Skyline Gardens, Braamfontein. The photo is from SouthPoint Hospitality

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Joburg bloggers and writers unite

I have been remiss. A bad blogger. A blog is like a Tamagotchi. It needs to be fed to be kept alive. Actually a blogger is like a Tamagotchi too, hungry. So in a world of free content where most bloggers write out of love (and occasionally ego) an invitation to dinner is a supreme event.

welcome from @missmillib

welcome from @missmillib

The invitation from mememe and Two, one of my favourite stores arrived by email – addressed to “Dear cool people of Joburg” (I was never going to resist. At my age it could be injurious). Continue reading

Author Justin Cartwright at the Troyeville Hotel

Justin Cartwright, TimesLive

Justin Cartwright, TimesLive

To the Troyeville Hotel book club on a rainy and then crisp Autumn night. And set against the twinkling lights of Ponte and the Hillbrow Tower through the window darkly, Justin Cartwright was being interviewed by Murray Michell, the head of South Africa’s Financial Intelligence Centre. The “banker” and the author had been brought together for an event billed as “The banking crisis comes to Troyeville” in a move intended to cajole those who think that fiction may not be serious enough stuff to leave home in the northern suburbs for. To be truthful the crowd at Troyeville are more attuned to hearing about civil wars, death cults and bloodthirsty Liberian warlords, dark subjects that unsettle, non-fiction that makes claims to be truthful, Continue reading

Joburg by night – what the Randlords saw

Back in this rainy town with its broody leaden skies after weeks away. It’s good to be home. I had forgotten to post this pretty photo taken from Randlords (the uber chic nightclub) in Braamfontein sometime in early December. I wasn’t the one to snap it (the Randlords gig was invitation-only and I had no intention of pretending to be older than I already am just to crack the Greenside High School 25-year matric reunion.) Continue reading

White collar boxing can be kosher

The boxing gym, Norwood

Every week for the past few months me and the 9-year-old take ourselves off to a boxing gym in Norwood where we train as if we are planning to meet Ali in the ring. Under the guidance of a former champ – Andrew Matabola – we do crunches, push-ups, sit-ups, squats, lunges, weights, skipping and then we punch, and punch and punch. Combinations of straight punches, uppercuts and hooks, our hands wrapped, and encased. Continue reading

Laurie Levine at The Radium Beerhall

#190. Head for the bright spot on Louis Botha avenue where Manny has been holding fort through the neighbourhood’s best and worst of times at The Radium Beerhall. If memory serves me it was often with a baseball bat. Not in evidence on Saturday night but still there’s no doubt he has it stashed somewhere. Continue reading

Goodbye Top Star, Hello Alberton

#153. Watch Times photographer Marianne Schwankhart’s farewell to one of Johannesburg’s best known landmarks – The Top Star Drive-In. While the Top Star hasn’t operated for the past four years it will be the end of an era when you drive around the city centre from the east and don’t see that enormous movie screen rising above you on one of the city’s mine dumps.


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The documentary that caused all the trouble

#114. Laugh it Off. Last night we joined close on 4000 people for the Heavyweight Comedy jam at Emperor’s Palace.  The mood was good, the audience all warmed up. The jokes kept coming. “We used to drive on the left side of the road, now we drive on what’s left of the road”, said Al Prodgers.

“The Gautrain will have 200 people in each carriage and go 160km an hour. Do you think taxi drivers are worried about that?” And then there were the jokes about South African politics – from Helen Zille and her concubines to David Kau’s riff on Julius Malema’s woodwork grade. Judging by the laughter just saying the name Julius Malema is a punchline in this town. Continue reading

Brett Kebble causes a hush over Inanda

#107. Digest the sights and sounds of the Brett Kebble art collection auction. The auction, held on Thursday night, was eye-opening — not so much for the art that sold for close to R55-million, as for the patrons. Close to 1000 people seated themselves at Summer Place in dress suits and evening wear. Champagne flowed amongst plummy accents, stuffed shirts and fat cats. Ladies, and I use that term with intent, wore pearls and looked aristocratic. There were grande dames with silver bobs, lots of well-preserved blondes wearing updo’s and flaunting their jewels. The men all had good hair.

A friend later remarked “You could have heard a pin drop in Inanda on Thursday night”. The suburb, home to polo players, sundowners or “drinky-poohs”at the Country Club, was virtually vacated as the mink and manure set made their way across the road to Summer Place.

Marino Chiavelli’s legendary home was the setting. Perfect for big dreams and big money. Like Kebble, his wealth too was once legendary  (when I was a kid there was a radio advert that used to make fun of Chiavelli when he was still an A-listed celebrity that had someone speaking in an Italian accent and saying he was selling his Rolls-Royce because the ashtrays were full). And like Kebble his wealth was sadly not long-lasting.

The pre-sale hype had definitely paid off as more than 800 people registered to take part in what was touted as the “biggest auction on South African soil” by Graham of Graham’s Fine Art who strove to simulate London’s finest auction houses. Like a carefully choreographed movie set the room heaved with people, the crisp night air outside having little impact on the  rising warmth created by such a large and confined crowd. There were usherettes in black cocktail dresses, spotters and two-way radios to assist the auctioneer, 10 telephone lines in anticipation of bids from Bermuda and the Virgin Islands, big screens with live currency conversion and waves of murmering as the crowd responded to the bidding.

Lots of pageantry and spectacle. Very Joburg. The dust from this little mining camp still lingers though. You can feel it when the auctioneer needs to emphasise that the paintings are “clean”, untainted by the scandal and financial tricksiness of what Kebble left behind.

Only Daniel Craig and a director yelling “cut” were missing.

* For all the other news on the auction, click here.

Politics and SA Fashion Week

#99. Give fashion a chance. The political intrigue that has dominated the week with the Mbeki plotters being out- manouevred by the Zuma plotters and the now not-so-secret tapes made public has left me seeking refuge from big news about big men with big plots, and machinations worthy of a Shakespeare production. It is apparent that as a country we have been used as the setting for an enormous battle between political ambitions and … political ambitions, making it all but impossible to choose sides.

And so I can’t help savouring the memory of Friday night — before the latest political storm broke — at  the Turbine Hall in Newtown where two very different fashion constitutiencies were brought together by a shared love of detail, stripes, and … dressing up. Continue reading