In 18 months my mom and I have committed to walking the Camino. That gives me 18 months, about 547 days – and counting – to get my financial shit together. I’m a terrible spender and an even worse saver. In September 2018 that needs to be revolutionised so that I can take a sabbatical (work logistics to be arranged then, don’t ask questions) and fly to Europe for two, maybe three, months.
Deviating from my obsession with everything French (Paris will naturally be on the agenda), I find myself drawn to and inspired by the dusty colours and flavours of Porto, and the bold patterns and architecture of Spain. Hence, this hotel’s exquisite renovation and striking personality caught my attention. Read More
Towards the latter part of last year, I was able to put into words, for the first time, that I suffered from emptiness. After struggling with depression and ongoing mood episodes for years, it was always a fight to find balance. But I never found balance, and try as I may – even with the right meds and healthcare and everything in between – the sadness purveyed.
I realised then that perhaps it wasn’t sadness at all, it wasn’t even loneliness. I was just aridly empty, and exhausted from trying to fill the desolation. Read More
Founded in Paris by Luis Laplace and Christophe Comoy, Laplace is a high-end interior design and architecture studio with a focus on modern simplicity and elegance. In this Parisian apartment, an art collector’s main residence, use of space, light and structured design create a comfortable, yet infinitely chic, interior. Read More
Last year, 50 years after opening as a groundbreaking new arts venue in London, The Roundhouse theatre celebrated its half-century with a series of plans and commemorations. The Camden theatre asked the public to share its memories of the theatre, collating accounts, images and recordings from gig goers, local residents and performers. It also dug into its archives for an enormous collection of posters from across the decades. Read More
We know the words, the reality has become customary: we live in a media saturated world. It’s a life of constant exposure to new brands, languages, ideals and innovations. We are spoilt with content. Overexposed.
But sometimes, amidst the blurry haze of content, there comes a find so jarringly clear, and so unlike anything else, that one simply has to stop. In this case, it’s Isabelle Menin.
I’ve always been a dormant francophile, significantly less dormant in the last few weeks. In an attempt to make household chores more ‘fun’, I started playing French music, and so went down the Parisian rabbit hole – and have yet to come out. Longing for a return to Paris, I’ve been living vicariously through French design, French music, and French film. And lusting at Paris’ most beautiful French hotels. Read More
I love a good dress up. On the cusp of 2017 my boyfriend Barry treated me to the ultimate New Year’s Eve dinner party. The Shortmarket Club, Cape Town’s most stylish and Gatsby-esque fine dining destination (read my review of it here), opened its doors to a select crowd for a themed night of eating, drinking, dancing and celebrating. It was magical! Read More