going geriatric.

life goes on at an old age home outside of grahamstown, south africa.

portraiture.

The simple life, Grahamstown, South Africa.

Life at an old age home.

To be blind and still see.

Dance - the hidden language of the soul and the body.

William.

i love.

hans I had to post this photo. because i love it. and i took it. and it was such an epic night.

banksy baby.

"We can’t do anything to change the world until capitalism crumbles. In the meantime we should all go shopping to console ourselves." - Banksy

it doesn't rain. it pours.

just when you think things couldn't get any worse something else comes along at full pace and really knocks the wind out of you. you think the rain is slowly subsiding and the droplets are getting smaller until a huge bolt of lightning strikes. the raindrops fall with a renewed intensity and vigour. and you sit in a puddle with no umbrella. only gumboots on the souls of your feet.

love what you love without hesitation.

valentines day. a commercial, money-making gimmick that makes singles the world over feel unloved and unwanted year after year. who needs a pathetic teddy bear, overpriced box of chocolates or a tacky red rose to feel loved anyway? the only good thing that eminates from valentines day is the universal message of love. love that transcends all. love that makes you dizzy. love that keeps hope floating.

love of all is all that is.

xxx

big city life.

it's where dreams are made of. it'll make you go crazy.

hide and seek.

Having to deal with immigration issues in the last few days has made me question the nature of our contemporary world and the manner in which countries and nations and land are divided by borders and laws and regulations. This all translates into us as individuals being suffocated, restricted and controlled by the rules of different countries. Surely the world, our earth, and everything on it and in it belongs to all people no matter what passport they hold, colour they are, language they speak? I feel claustrophobic and tied down in a society governed by borders and immigration laws and visas and extended visas and shengen visas and holiday visas. Free travel is a thing of the past. Instead we are required to pay to enter a country that essentially belongs to us all. Who says that just because I am on a South African passport I should be given less time in a country than someone who is lucky enough to be born in the UK or America? These physical borders between nations are creating imaginery borders in the mind. A mind that yearns for travel, experience, culturally rich embraces and new places. All of this is hindered by beauracratic structures of control and power. Whoever said that globalisation has led to a "borderless" society was a liar.

lucy in the sky with diamonds.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river,With tangerine trees and marmalade skies.Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly. a girl with kaleidoscope eyes. cellophane flowers of yellow and green towering over your head. look for the girl with the sun in her eyes and she's gone. lucy in the sky with diamonds. follow her down to a bridge by a fountain where rocking horse people eat marshmallow pies. everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers that grow so incredibly high. newspaper taxis appear on the shore waiting to take you away. climb in the back with your head in the clouds and you're gone. picture yourself on a train in a station with plasticine porters with looking glass ties. suddenly someone is there at the turnstile the girl with kaleidoscope eyes.

monkey say, monkey do.

pushing the boundaries of transcendental perceptions.

the magic shanty.

Nestled on the outskirts of the small and semi-abandoned South African town of Nieu Bethesda sits a shanty so magical and inviting that you can't help but wonder what goes on behind its four paper thin walls. With the last rays of light catching the hills behind, the shanty glows irridescently despite its dire and derelect state. This is someone's home and the smoke swirling and lazily floating from the chimney is testament to this. Looking at this picture and remembering the way I felt when I took it I almost feel that all roads inevitably lead to the magic shanty of your soul.