[ Stuff ] by miss emma jude

New Premises.

2011-06-06T23:22:00.001+02:00

Coincidentally, it's been a month since I last did an actual blog post on here. But now I have a new blog over there.

Where?

Here.

Moving House.

2011-05-22T22:27:00.006+02:00

Miss Emma Jude is soon to be moving over to a new home on the www...

Watch this space!

The Big Day Finally Came.

2011-05-05T00:03:00.009+02:00

After months and months of going on and aaaaan about needing a new car, I finally have a new car. Joyousness!

Three weeks ago I went to Cape City Volkswagen and started dotting the i's and crossing the t's... Today, I took my first drive.

I sadly had a terrible experience with Nedbank (my bank, I might add) after they first took two weeks to give me any indication of whether or not they would be willing to finance me, only to have them come back with an interest rate of 15%. At first I didn't know any better but after asking around, I learnt quickly that they were, quite frankly, taking the piss out of me. I must remember to tell them to NEVER AGAIN send me a letter in the post telling me about how much they want to loan me money. This happens almost monthly. For the first time in my fifteen years of banking with them, I wanted to close my account and move elsewhere. The only reason I won't is because of the admin, not because of any loyalty as that has been lost. A very poor taste has been left in my mouth. I had great service from a few select staff members but the whole punching some numbers into a program to determine how much they want to invest in me so I can invest in myself is nothing short of robotic and void of genuine customer care. I suppose all the banks are the same. Shame on you all then.

But back to the good stuff. I managed to secure financing through my father (I would have preferred to do it entirely on my own) but together we, excuse my French, f**ked the system and now I have realistic repayments and he wins in the interest he will earn on the loan. I have been very fortunate.

I must also add, especially for any of you who are or will ever look into getting a new car, Cape City Volkswagen is an absolute pleasure to do business with and they proved to be a great companion in going through the experience of buying my first car. I serviced my last car with them from the moment I moved to Cape Town and will gladly continue to do so. Emile Opperman, my "dealer", ha ha, for lack of a better word went out of his way to help me and the experience exceeded expectation. Bravo VW!

Now onto the car itself... A brand spanking new silver Polo Vivo 1.6 is my NBF. Little details like the Bluetooth radio are absolute winners. I have been driving around, without sound for almost three years and now I can have audio pleasure in seconds, from the convenience of my iPhone. And I can do some far safer hands-free calling while driving. Central locking. Who knew it could be such a simple pleasure?! Electric windows. How have I been managing?! Alloy wheels. But of course! I am very happy with this new purchase and am sure to experience many pleasurable driving experiences in my new future.

So, a very big thank you to Volkswagen for hooking me in once more!

Now I must bid a final farewell to my Ex ride. We had 9 years together and 100 000 kilometres. I learnt to drive in her. I also took my first drive as a licensed driver with her. She brought me to Cape Town when I finished school. She accompanied me on many a soul searching drive, many a road trip rendezvous (romantic or otherwise), helped me acquire many a parking fine and some speeding ones too. Her sound system was purchased with some of my inheritance from my late grandmother so that's pretty special - I still remember the first CD I ever played, a Club Anthems album from 2002. She broke down on one too many an occasion and although she pissed me off at times, I always felt great affection towards her. She was "born" in Durban, then made into an NTB690GP before settling down with a CA539654, just like me. Over time her ability to produce ridiculously good sound gave way but with this came a lot of fun memories. I will never forget the humour that was experienced on a Peninsula drive when my friend Blane was sitting in the backseat and he continually had to bang the back of his seat so that Anthony Kiedis would stop muffling his words. I also remember going to a 30th birthday in Elgin on a freezing Winter's night and she kept breaking down in every dip. It was hysterically funny, although less so at the time. My fondest memory is perhaps a late night drive back in April 2003, up to the Cableway, to look back out over my new city with 1979 by The Smashing Pumpkins as a perfect backing track.

Oh, if those seats could talk, the stories they would tell...

Goodbye great little car!

More on Songs About Love.

2011-05-04T23:28:00.005+02:00

Interactive blogging is the most fun. Without a doubt. Last night, doing a post on "Songs About Love" was so enjoyable as the post ended up being by a whole lot of people. Half the reason why I actually started this blog was to invoke thought and hopefully even debate. But that can be drab, yes, if I'm banging on about philosophy and relationships and dreary clichéd quotes from ancient authors. We humans can be too serious at the best of times. Well some of us, me being one of them. However, the older I get, the more I am able to really tune into the fact that life is way too short for so much seriousness.

Anyway, the results from the "Songs About Love" question were too cool. It shows you just how differently we all view the concept or feeling or experience of love. For some it is stained with pain, for others it's innocent and beautiful, it is oft times viewed as an abstract concept, others feel it in their bones. But no matter which way you look at it or how you are taking it in or giving it out at any given time, every single one of us has a song that lends itself to explaining what love means to us.

I have a few more picks I'd like to share here...

Soul Meets Body - Death Cab For Cutie

Got My Mind Set On You - George Harrison

Somebody to Love - Queen

Is This Love - Bob Marley

Better Together - Jack Johnson

Can't Stop - Red Hot Chili Peppers

Hey Jude - The Beatles

Fix You - Coldplay

City Of Blinding Lights - U2

Wish You Were Here - Pink Floyd

And that is all. For now...

Songs About Love.

2011-05-03T22:13:00.012+02:00

I put out a question to Facebook and Twitter. What, in your opinion, is the greatest love song ever made? I requested that people not respond with ballads unless they really mean it and instead base the answer on their personal preference. This is the selection that came back to me. A real cross section, a wealth of variety, all in the name of L-O-V-E.

So, if I was a radio DJ, this would be tonights late night love session...

"This is Miss Emma Jude signing off with a whole lot of lurve..."

Tessa B's pick:

Lorien loves:

Richard's selection:

West loves:

Dom says:

Skenie's pick:

Sascha says:

DJ Lapse votes for:

Fay's favourite:

Stephan says:

Guy's take:

Gina's choice:

Robin says:

Angie's song:

Yvette's selection:

Shaymen's choice:

Wedding Concept's recommends:

Alvhin's pick:

Kim loves:

And last but certainly not least, here is mine. It's all in the unparalleled lyrics.

The King's Speech.

2011-05-03T19:19:00.008+02:00

It takes leadership to confront a nation's fear.
It takes friendship to conquer your own.
The King's Speech

I finally went to watch The King's Speech last night and was completely impressed. Normally when I hear a movie has won or even been nominated for seven million awards, I'm skeptical as I assume it's probably made for mass consumption (think Avatar) and won't really strike a cord in me. Yes, I tend to be a "too-cool-for-school" cynic at the best of times. Sorry about that!

But back to the topic at hand: The King's Speech.

For those of you who don't know, the story goes like this (taken from IMDB as I couldn't say it any better myself):

Tells the story of the man who became King George VI, the father of Queen Elizabeth II. After his brother abdicates, George ('Bertie') reluctantly assumes the throne. Plagued by a dreaded stammer and considered unfit to be king, Bertie engages the help of an unorthodox speech therapist named Lionel Logue. Through a set of unexpected techniques, and as a result of an unlikely friendship, Bertie is able to find his voice and boldly lead the country through war.

I was so impressed with the film, from start to finish. Cinematography perfection. It was magnificently shot, there was perfect precision in the sculpting of a star cast and I don't have a bad word to say about it. The story is touching and beautiful and it automatically held more relevance for me when my mother told me that the story is one belonging to the current Queen's father. I have to be told these things, shocking I know.

Helena Bohman Carter was so enjoyable to watch. I'm used to seeing her in all her weird and wonderful roles but she played Queen Elizabeth with poise and the perfect amount of emotion and I loved her character. So too did I love all the leading characters. Both King George VI (Colin Firth) and Lionel Logue (Geoffrey Rush) seriously impressed me with their portrayal of character, their comedic timing and their handling of the sensitivity of the story itself.

I am always more impressed by portrayals of real life historical periods or events in film, as History is a great love of mine. Not that I'm too clued up on the details when it comes to the History of the world, but the way in which that time in History was delivered to me will forever remain in my mind. The story is just so touching and you cannot help but have great respect for the real people who were behind the story. Those who actually went through those ordeals. It's also nice to see the human side to royalty - Yes, I know it has a Hollywood treatment but I loved how all the actors played their parts. I think it is sometimes forgotten that we are all just equally human at the end of the day. I know I forget sometimes. Especially when I feel a great distaste towards some people, most of the time. Ha ha, kidding. Sort of.

I wonder how the Queen felt watching that film?

I shall be sure to get the DVD for my non-existant collection, after watching it hopefully one more time at the cinema before it goes off air.

A very big recommendation to all who are yet to see it!

Fancy A Massage?

2011-05-03T10:43:00.003+02:00

Elements on Kloof is running a lil' competition at the moment. It's designed for pairs and it is shockingly simple to enter yourself into the draw. "Like" them on Facebook and follow them on Twitter, then send a little tweet or post on their wall, telling them why you want to experience Elements on Kloof together and into the draw ye shall go. Get your "other half" to enter as well, if you fancy doubling up on your chances of winning.

The Prize: A 30 minute back, neck and Indian head massage for TWO!

Spread the word...

Massimo's.

2011-05-02T21:46:00.008+02:00

I just did a little review for Massimo's in Hout Bay on the Eat Out website this evening. Here she is and then some...

After seeing the name Massimo's come up on Twitter time and time again over the past few weeks, I decided that I just had to try the place out. I had not been before but as a lover of Pizza and seeing by way of their online menu that this is what they focus on, I knew I'd be in for a treat. I went last night and took 19 other family members (most from out of town) with me. We were a large table and that is not necessarily fun for a restaurant that was full to the brim but the Massimo's team took care of our every desire and served up tens of incredible pizzas in what felt like record timing. I love the simplicity of their methods and overall ambiance of the place. Paired with impeccable service, Massimo's has quickly become a place I want to keep going back to. We also enjoyed several bottles of red wine and some great cappuccinos at the end. A really wonderful restaurant!

And I mean every word of it. We had a really great time. As a rather big table, I took on the role of group leader and selected 14 pizzas off the menu. They were then delivered to the table as the restaurant was able to deliver them, but literally from fifteen minutes in, to the time we were all full, the pizza just kept on coming and everyone got to try at least one slice of each variant so all taste buds were satisfied - meat eaters, fishies, veggies and those who weren't so hungry and just wanted a little nibble. Even my cousin's 5 year old was well fed.

The most easy-drinking red wine of choice for the evening was Massimo’s vino della casa rosso (house red by Boer & Brit) and at R72 an absolute steal. They also happen to whip up a great cappuccino.

The only thing I'm disappointed in was not getting to try the Cioccolata (pizza base with chocolate spread) 72 - But now I have something to look forward to on my next visit.

My personal favourites were...

The good ol' Margherita (tomato, mozzarella, fresh basil, virgin olive oil) 54
My best, the sublime Pancetta (tomato, mozzarella, pancetta bacon, pan-fried mushrooms) 84
So much flavour can be found in a Zucca (tomato, feta cheese, roasted butternut, chili & garlic) 58

I think you could call that a pretty successful restaurant experience!

The details you need to know...

Follow Massimo's on Twitter @pizzaclub_hb. They are located at Oakhurst Farm Park on Main Road in Hout Bay. Look out for the SPAR as a point of reference. Their website is located at http://www.pizzaclub.co.za/. Open from Wednesday to Sunday for lunch and dinner. Last but ceratinly not least, you can give them a call on 073 390 1373.

Aaaaand GO!

Language.

2011-05-02T21:26:00.007+02:00

I was sent this totally inspiring video today, by way of my favourite local photographer Andrew Brauteseth. It is a commerical for a language centre and very, very cool.

I did a little fishing and found this one too. When I'm not dreaming of returning to Paris, I'm dreaming of visiting Barcelona...

Miss Emma Jude Dot Com.

2011-04-30T23:58:00.004+02:00

I'm a Dot Com, y'all. I can't believe I haven't written about this here yet but tis true. A few weekends ago, I decided to put Tank to the test and I built myself a website. It's a fleshed out business card, so to speak, and therefore nothing too fancy but gives a pretty good indication of all things Emma, when it comes to the business side of my life.

I now also know that I can build basic sites for people so if you need a basic site, holler.

Please do have a little look-see and let me know what you think, if you haven't visited it already.

Merci beaucoup!

The Royal Wedding.

2011-04-30T21:35:00.014+02:00

29 April 2011.

A whole lot of you were loving the coming of the Royal Wedding and all the festivities that were sure to be around it. The rest of you were supposedly above it or beyond it or going to do your best to scoot around it. Party poopers! Well, in truth, I am not normally one for these kinds of things but once I started watching, I just couldn't stop. I've now even watched some repeats on Sky News.

Some thoughts on The Royal Wedding...

Catherine looked magnificent. She is a very pretty girl and her choice of dress was completely inspired. I wanted to feel sorry for her and the serious public display she was having to put on but that girl was fortunate enough to experience a real life princess wedding. It's not everyone's cup 'o tea but if you are in love (supposing she is) AND you can have the most prestigious of weddings in all the world, you're one lucky biatch.

Lovely, lovely lace.

The stuff wedding dress dreams are made of.

Wills is a little less pretty but he seems like he may just be a sweet guy. I hope they lighten up a little bit though. I know they're on display and meant to set a real example and all but a little sense of humour would be swell.

An equally magnificent ensemble for the reception.

Cinched to form the tiniest waist, draped to form the perfect skirt. Love the fur contrast too. Great little jacket.

Very oil-painting-esque.

The whole fam dam!

One member of the family who will now be in the public eye far more. Pretty 'lil Pippa. I wonder if Prince Harry has ever asked himself "what if?" On that note, does Chelsea Davy dream of a wedding day like Kate had? What are the chances? Sorry Chels but you don't strike me as Princess material.

What a cake?!

A very serious cake.

All in all, the wedding was fascinating to watch. The whole thing is kind of surreal to me and not something I can fully wrap my head around. Their world is so foreign, so, well, um, royal.

For more info and the source of these images, go here.

Golden.

2011-04-18T23:25:00.012+02:00

Oh Great Flaw.

2011-04-18T18:56:00.006+02:00

Dear Miss Jackson,

This year we have renewed your (British Airways) Executive Club membership at the Blue tier level as the number of Tier points you earned during the last twelve months was lower than the 600 Tier Points you need to maintain your Silver Status...

Blah, blah, blah.

...Although the Blue tier does not include access to Executive Club Lounges...

YOU'RE FIRED!

All those tweets. All those blog posts. All those proud moments of walking past all the plebs and taking the lift up to airport heaven. All those early morning croissants and cappuccinos with hearts in the foam. All the Johnnie Walker Black Labels and glasses of wine while waiting for late flights back home. The coconut squares!!!!!!!!!

British Airways just broke up with me.

I feel...

The letter ends...

...I hope you enjoy the benefits of your Executive Club membership.

What benefits???

British Airways, I hate you. Well, love you hate you. Do you not know who I think I am?

A Cat Show.

2011-04-17T13:03:00.009+02:00

Yesterday, Cape Town Girl and I ventured on down to Cape Town High School for a "Cat Show". Yes, a cat show. While I understand the exposure for brands like Hill's and appreciate the fund raising ability for causes like The Emma Animal Rescue Society, it is all rather cruel. A room full of miserable felines all wanting to be no where more than in the comfort of the own homes was the order of the day. Cruelty aside, there were some magnificent cats on "show". Here is a pick of some of those I enjoyed most...

Do it look like I is havin' the funs?

Grrrr.

Mrrrr.

Brrrr.

What choo lookin' at?

Frrrr.

CTG was contemplating a kidnapping.

Of this handsome fella...

This dude was a real beauty. And so friendly.

The cat owners take this occasion very seriously.

Way too seriously. This years theme was "Back In Time" so some cat owners created displays on the top of their cages. Not sure how it ties back to the event at hand but hey?!

Malheureux little mookoo.

I is gonna get out of hea. Somehow.

Mmmmm. Drunken kitteh.

Don you come any closa!

I am really crazy about Abyssinian kits.

Knackered cats.

Lots of knackered cats.

This looks just like my cat Jasmine, who lives with my parents in Joburg. She was my first kitteh cat. Such a pretty lil' thing!

A catty with its toy catty.

This very unique looking, handsome dude was a real hisser.

This monken was in the top selection. Guess he wasn't so thrilled about the whole ordeal. Totally distressed in fact.

The prettiest little kitteh in all the land.

Alien cat.

Guess how much of the funs I is havin'?

This is not a safe place. Scaredy cat.

Over 60 creatures were on display for the day.

Some Green Notes.

2011-04-15T16:59:00.002+02:00

All my life I've been attracted to the colour green. It is the colour of nature, fertility, life. It symbolizes self-respect and well being. Green is the colour of balance, growth and harmony.

Green is apparently favoured by the well balanced. Not sure how they know that but okay, if they say so. It symbolizes the master healer and the life force. It also symbolizes money. That's never a bad thing to have. And guess what, Friday is the day of green. Coincidence?

Green contains the powerful energies of nature and growth, the desire to expand or increase. A sense of order is found in the colour green. Change and transformation is necessary for growth, and so this ability to sustain changes is also a part of the energy of green. Green is the color associated with the Heart Chakra. This chakra deals with higher consciousness and love.

We should put some green in our lives if we want the following:

* a new state of balance
* change or growth
* freedom to pursue new ideas
* protection from fears and anxieties connected with the demands of others
* healthy relationships

Nice!

Green.

2011-04-15T15:10:00.006+02:00

I was inspired by a person, whose name shall not be mentioned, to do a "Green" picture post. So, silent muse, this is a take on all things green...

Psapp.

2011-04-15T14:33:00.003+02:00

I used to LOVE this track. Came across it again while on an iTunes mission. I still LOVE this track.

The Model Search.

2011-04-15T12:47:00.012+02:00

Gots to be prepared.

Never know when the model search is coming.

Hope the model search finds me soon :(

Just gonna hang out until the next model search comes past.

"Oh please model search won't you come and find me?"

Did you know I write poetry too? And read the dictionary for fun.

Not just a pretty face, eh?!

No, can't see nufin in hea. Keep lookin ova thea.

Just searching for some models...

There are some people out there who aren't going to like this post but sometimes things must be said and such is life. The model search. It's all the rage right now. And everyone's doing it. If you're not producing it, then you're entering yourself into it, voting for it or condemning it. But either way, pretty much everyone gets involved. Success? Perhaps.

A cool idea the first time around but on the fifth and sixth and thirteenth reproductions, it gets kinda boring and um, overdone. I remember a time when the answer to everything was, "let's do a reality TV show about it". I guess "the model search" is the new "reality show". So, in order to get to the bottom of this new phenomenon, I have the following questions I would like to ask:

1) Do all these brands use the same Advertising Agency?

2) Or are they just trying to do good and create jobs?

3) Do they think that if they also do a "model search", they can beat the competition by doing it better?

4) Do they not have any other angles they would like to maybe, just maybe, explore?

5) Or wait, are we just a fickle society that falls for it every time? Tits and ass. Tits and ass.

You tell me?

On this tits and ass note... Happy National Cleavage Day from one of Miss Emma Jude's favourite pair of breasts.

XOXO

Miss Emma Jude

Blonde Ambition.

2011-04-13T20:31:00.008+02:00

Studs.

2011-04-13T19:28:00.001+02:00

I came across this picture and it reminded me of a pair of earrings I lost while on my last trip to Joburg. It's a funny story. It's a brilliant story. And I'd love to document it here but a girl shouldn't kiss and tell ;)

An eye for an eye?

A stud for a stud.

Foolish Love.

2011-04-13T13:01:00.001+02:00

This is possibly the coolest song about "foolish love" ever made.

Buy My Love.

2011-04-12T22:51:00.008+02:00

Have you ever payed attention to the music that is playing over the speakers in your favourite stores?

Cut to a fitting room. You’ve picked some carefully selected items off the rails and despite the atrocious lighting and a mirror that is passing a little too much judgement for your liking, you are still filled with hope. One of these five items (damn those fitting rooms and their limitations) could turn you from peasant plain to princess perfect. There is a BIG party on Saturday. And who knows what could happen?!

As you are undressing and simultaneously giving the mirror dirty looks, in at attempt to intimidate it into submission, you hear pure melancholy bleeding out from the speakers above. Oh great, the store manager is obviously going through a break up and has decided to share it with everyone. Or worse, the guy lurking at the back has chosen to play his personal pick of steroid-injected dance tracks. As you go through one defeating item after the next, you imagine a world where the music overhead is just so damn cool (and acoustically well managed) that you could be whippin’ your hair back and forth and doing a whole assortment of exotic dance moves for your imaginary audience. But nooooo, no one thought about how hearing is as important a sense as the rest of them. No one considered how much the music selection could influence your feelings for the store, for the clothing you were trying on, for your sense of self, for the way you would be left feeling for the rest of the day. No one considered that when Saturday comes and you’re in the shower, those same feelings of excitement could come rushing back with nothing more than the anticipation of putting that piece of clothing back on. Heck, every day leading up to Saturday, when you’re trying it on, night after night, you could be singing along to the beat of the experience you had in that store, on that day, when they turned you from pumpkin to belle of the ball. In truth, maybe you didn’t even consider any of the above but wonder why, when you pass that store later, on the way back to your car, you feel a little uneasy and disappointed. Maybe even a little nauseous.

I will tell you that on many occasion, I myself have fled a store, to salvage myself from the audio wreckage.

While in Paris last year, and as the shopaholic I am, I decided to venture to Galleries Lafayette, a shopping heaven. It is really nothing more than a bountiful department store but they have edge. Musical edge. I found myself floating through the passages, after picking up on Suddenly by Matthew Herbert featuring Dani Siciliano pouring out from the walls. For those of you who don’t know, Dani has a voice that is nothing short of celestial. It is sexy and mysterious and has the extraordinary ability to elicit the most powerful of feelings. And Herbert, well, his musical talents are almost unparalleled. Together, they have the ability to make real magic. As I walked through the store, it was almost as if every shoe had an incandescent glow about it. Every piece of fabric reached out to me. Every coat ached for me. You could almost imagine that at any minute, every one of the hundreds of shoppers browsing the shelves would be elated into dance.

Okay so the European sensibility is such that music is more considered and environments are nurtured in ways that we here in South Africa are yet to fully explore and adopt. On the most part. Aren't they? Is anyone getting it right?

Some of our more popular stores have taken on the task of Radio and producing something they feel shoppers will enjoy but who is leading these initiatives? Who decides what sounds will evoke feelings of pleasure? Is it the Top 40 and our leading radio stations that dictate? Did anyone ever consider that in order to generate more sales, as well as worth (which is far bigger than sales, it’s about awareness and perception) that maybe all the senses need to be properly considered. Sight, touch, smell, taste and sound. I’m thinking not. Or at least, not enough.

I, on behalf of the collective conscious and the unconscious, hereby challenge all retailers to look deeper, below the surface of the till tally at the end of each day, and think about what drives us as people, to think about what feelings we would like to be feeling when in the (oft times intimidating) retail environment. Although there are several factors to consider, a change as simple as the sounds people hear when exploring a space can have an enormous impact on their entire experience.

And I, on behalf of the greater good of humankind, encourage you to take note.

This is Suddenly by Matthew Herbert, featuring Dani Siciliano, taken from one of my top ten albums of all time, Bodily Functions.

The Best Day.

2011-04-12T00:00:00.009+02:00

I think it's safe to say that today was one of the best days ever. I spent the weekend hard at work, creating a website. My website. One that I created, wait for it, on my own! Last week I registered the domain www.missemmajude.com - très cool. And this morning I set it to live. So have a little look see if you care to.

Then my day went from cool to through the roof magical. I went for a lil' meeting at Instant Grass about a working opportunity, all went very well. When I got back to my car, I checked Twitter and found a little request to check Beatnik Bazaar in my inbox. A little while back I entered a little competition. The winner would be on the receiving end of a beautiful little fisheye camera from Exposure Gallery and a pair of headphones from Marshall Music.

The winner, she is ME!

Imagine the joy! I have been thinking about getting some proper headphones forever and a day (ask and thee shall receive, eh?) and the added bonus of a beautiful camera? I don't know what I did to deserve this.

There is more. After the meeting, I was on route to Cape City Volkswagen because I seriously need to replace my car. It's done 150000km and ten years and I fear it may break down at every turn. So... I bit the bullet and went through the motions (vehicle finance applications et al.) and set this ball in motion...

Polo Vivo 1.6 with all the extra bits in Silver.

On the car note. I've been dreaming of BMW's and Audi's and Red Ferrari's but fortunately come from a long line of rather responsible people who convinced me that as a 26 year old lass, who is still on her way up, why would I want to tie myself down with massive repayments? My dad gave me my first car and fortunately for me, turned me down on a request for a second (ha ha, I just had to ask, ya know?) but it's time I grow up and take on real financial responsibilities, ones that go beyond the swiping of a Woolworths card at any (and every) Country Road counter in the country.

From launching a website to setting the, um, wheels in motion for a, um, new set of wheels, and being unexpectedly rewarded by Beatnik Bazaar, I'd say this was a pretty surreal day.

Let's hope the week continues to sing on such a high note!

Elements on Kloof.

2011-04-07T00:45:00.009+02:00

It is no secret that my favourite spa in Cape Town is Elements on Kloof. I don't pamper myself nearly as much as I should but when I do, Elements on Kloof is where I make my appointments, the most significant reasons being that they are conveniently located in my beloved Kloof Street, they always make me feel so comfortable in their serene surroundings and there is just this feeling of pure joy that washes over me as I open their front door and step into their reception area. I feel like I'm floating! I also love that they are down to earth and there is not the slightest whiff of pretension in the air. Yet they make me feel like royalty.

My favourite Winter treatment is, and probably always will be, the Hot Stone Massage. At Elements on Kloof, it is R490 and you get 75 minutes of pure indulgence. Seventy-five minutes! That to me is like a holiday.

So, with Winter on the way, I am going to be indulging as much as I can. There is no better way to spend your time, especially on a cold Winter's day, than in the company of a Hot Stone Massage.

Elements on Kloof

2nd Floor, 39 Kloof Street, Gardens

021 426 2459

enquiries@elementsonkloof.co.za

@ElementsOnKloof

Elements on Facebook

Field of Dreams.

2011-04-06T12:26:00.004+02:00

Never underestimate brands like Billabong and their ability to keep in line with the times and focus on fashion as a category, as opposed to just being about the sporty side of things. I know brands like this have been casting a wider net for years but this is the first time I've sat up and actually noticed.

I caught wind of these images on the sportscene Facebook page this morning. How superb is the fashion?! It's a beautiful shoot too.

Rhubarb Room. Part 2.

2011-04-05T21:45:00.004+02:00

By now you must all know that Rhubarb Room has temporarily closed, after moving from their landmark Bo Kaap space to take up residence in none other than Bree Street! I first wrote about it here. In case you are still a little unsure of where the new spot is going to be and know that you can't go on for too long without visiting them again, I went past a few days ago and took a couple of pics of their beautiful new home for you to see. The exquisite little semi-detached building, with it's sash windows and all, can be found on the corner of Bree and Orphan, on the same block as La Grange.

They are currently giving the space a few nips and tucks and getting it ready for a big reopening later this month. Knowing the magic touch that both Lauren and Soné have, we are certainly in for a real treat. I can't wait to see the place buzzing, café tables out on the pavement, steaming cappuccinos, sun-filled afternoons and lots and lots of shopping!

Details about the officially reopening to come soon...

SALE: I LOVE LEROY

2011-04-05T09:30:00.003+02:00

I Love Leroy is having another SALE!

The most important things that you need to know are:

1) It is happening this Friday the 8th of April.

2) It is happening at the designer's studio in Woodstock. 30 Roodebloem Road to be precise.

3) There will be drinks and snacks that you can enjoy while journeying through the railings.

4) It starts at 12pm and ends at 7pm.

5) There is a credit card machine available for purchases.

Lovely stuff.

See you there!

Inspire Us.

2011-04-05T00:39:00.006+02:00

Loving that Chanel bag.

Shoe loving.

More shoe loving.

Mmm. Makes me think of Strawberry Steri Stumpie.

Klaus Tiedge's Pride of Africa.

2011-04-05T00:14:00.006+02:00

Kittowns.

I'm not sure if I would ever put photographs of African wildlife in my home. In fact, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't. However, I can absolutely appreciate beautiful wildlife photography and when leaving Andiamo at Cape Quarter the other day, I stepped into an adjacent gallery and was awed by the work of Klaus Tiedge. His work will be on display until the 26th of April at the Martin Osner Fine Art Gallery. Tiedge is showing a collection titled "Pride of Africa" and the images are quite magnificent. My favourites are above but you can view the whole collection here.

The exhibition is sponsored by Spier Wine Estate and Andiamo. On that note, Andiamo is about to launch a new Loyalty Card, that offers exclusive discounts, specials and promotions to the table of any cardholder. They are very renowned for their R99 Pizza/Pasta Winter Special but this is one step up as they will be running specials all year round. Only lucky card holders will be entitled to them. I emailed info@andiamo.co.za to secure mine. There are only 200 on offer so send them a mail ASAP if you want one too.

This is from another of Tiedge's collection. C'est magnifique.

Chicanery.

2011-04-04T22:50:00.003+02:00

Around this time last year I also wrote about Chicane. That is because of the significance of Autumn and this timeless piece of music.

On the 3rd of April 2009, I posted this quote:

We only regard those unions as real examples of love and real marriages in which a fixed and unalterable decision has been taken. If men or women contemplate an escape, they do not collect all their powers for the task. In none of the serious and important tasks of life do we arrange such a "getaway." We cannot love and be limited. - Alfred Adler

And one year ago, on the 5th of April, I wrote this post. It reminds me of the very reasons why blogging is so fantastic, you can trace all your steps and leaps and bounds.

Life is beautiful!

Burberry.

2011-04-04T20:19:00.004+02:00

One of the main reasons why I love big, fat, glossy magazines (like Vogue) is the fashion advertising. I can spend hours on end paging through. And I never get tired of seeing beautiful images. Although each brand tends to have a tried and trusted formula, every now and then they splash out and do something a little different. Sometimes it is beyond tragic. Take the latest Lacoste campaign as an example...

What were they thinking?

But with the bad apples comes a chance for the good apples to really shine through and the latest Burberry campaign is a prime example of a shining star, in my opinion. I must also add that it is very enlightening to see black models being used for this big brand. It doesn't happen enough. The pages are always suffocated with blondies that actually all just look the same.

Well done, Burberry!

Steamy. Sexy. Sophisticated.

Miss Me.

2011-04-04T19:46:00.004+02:00

Café de Flore loving.

I have just caught wind of a most beautiful range of clothing that is apparently soon to be available in Stuttafords stores, among other retailers. I'm not sure how much of the range will eventually be available but for now the jeans are a definite and magnificent they are. My beautiful friend, Melissa, has been selected as a local Ambassador for the brand. Lucky, lucky girl!

First things first, go to their international website and view all things Parisian. So very Miss Emma Jude! But be warned, you will want to cry with envy. Then there is the local website, that also includes local stockists. Accessibility please!

Oh please, oh please, let the full range come to South Africa.

Who knows when I'll get to Paris again.

Mingo and Coco Li.

2011-04-04T18:40:00.005+02:00

I have always been madly in love with the Mingo Lamberti brand. If you've ever missioned around this place, you'll notice their logo has always been firmly planted on the side of my page. By choice. They don't really know who I am but I own almost every girl's t-shirt they've ever made. Two were gifts but the rest I treated myself to whenever a new design came out.

The good news for those who aren't inclined to wear printed t-shirts is that Mingo Lamberti has now crossed over into the home and produced some beautiful cushions. And the very lovely Coco li Boutique is now stocking them at both their Cape Quarter and Paddocks stores.

Below are my personal favourites but you can view the full range online or just steal a few hours away from your work day and venture to Coco li to see exactly what the fuss is all about.

Florence.

2011-04-04T09:26:00.003+02:00

This song is a little old now but heck, it's still a nice way to start a new week. It's all in that bass, as commercial as the vibes are.

Hitting the ground running this week, am I...

April Fool's Day.

2011-04-01T00:00:00.007+02:00

Update: The Cape Quarter Food SPAR pulled off a really cool April Fool's Day stunt on Friday. At midnight on Thursday, a press release was published on their website that named them an official supplier for the royal wedding. See below. The coolest part however, was that in order to make the story come to life, they created over 200 "Royal" cupcakes and sold them on the day for R5 each. All proceeds are going to charity. I went down to the store and purchased 16 of them, before driving around town and dishing them out to a couple of Big Issue vendors and some kids in the Bo Kaap. Nice one Cape Quarter Food SPAR!

Amazing stuff! I'm going down to Cape Quarter Food SPAR to get a cupcake right now!

This press release was just put out on the Cape Quarter Food SPAR website...

Royal contract for Cape Food store

Whilst the world waits to see the fashion design that Kate Middleton will select for her wedding gown, one Cape Town food store has already clinched the contract for an additional wedding cake for the happy couple.

Announcing earlier this week that Prince William and Kate Middleton had chosen two cakes for their wedding breakfast, a third cake will be presented for afternoon tea on the happy day.

Being young and modern yet understanding that commonwealth countries may want to be included in the festive preparations, the royal couple asked international food chain, SPAR - known for their excellent bakeries - to put out a challenge to their franchise stores across the commonwealth for an additional innovative wedding cake design for their memorable day.

Inline with universal trends a cupcake fantasy won the day and Cape Quarter Food SPAR won the contract to create it. Their colourful commonwealth theme captured the imagination of the royal couple and showed a complete contrast to the more traditional cakes already planned.

More than 1000 cupcakes will be assembled into a three metre high tower where guests can select their own individual cake. Each delicious cake will reflect the flag colours of the various commonwealth countries. Food consultant at Cape Quarter Food SPAR Rimona Taljaard, devised a melt in the mouth recipe for the individual cakes and she will be flying over to the UK to oversee the baking and assembly of this mammoth task.

Says Managing Director, Leonard Labuschagne of the popular SPAR store: “We are overwhelmed that we should have been chosen and because it is such an honour we also want to allow our customers to taste what the royal couple will enjoy on April 29. For today only we will selling miniature cupcakes, similar to the ones that will be on the royal wedding cake, for only R5.00 each and the money will be donated to a local charity.”

Here is the actual link.

Kloof Street.

2011-03-30T21:00:00.002+02:00

I'm sure living in Cape Town means something different to everyone. Heck, that's a stupid statement, of course it does. But lately, I've been thinking about what it means to me. Much of my adoration is wrapped around one street. One particular street that serves as the spine for all else to stem from, to move off of, to grow from. That street is Kloof Street.

When I first visited Cape Town as an "independent", previous family holidays aside, I was 16 years of age and as wide-eyed as they come. I had started thinking about "the future" but it was only after that particularly school break and visit to this part of the world that I knew Cape Town to be the place where I wanted to live when I grew up. How I would make it happen would only come to me later but from that moment, I had written it in my stars.

The holiday took place in August and my friend Georgie and I came for one week, to stay with our older cousins, Marie Claire and Angie. We were children in a candy store. We spent the days being driven around by Georgie's brother Nick and his friends. It was what every little 16 year old girl dreams of. We went to the original Fez Club when it was in it's hay-day and were treated to VIP mezzanine floors and Margarita's at Po Na Na. We were taken to Chili 'n Lime and Longkloof Studios (now ETV studios). That holiday was HUGE as far as holidays for 16 year old girls go.

This August will mark ten years since that eye opening trip and as much as I can't work out where the hell all the time goes, I am also completely awed and inspired by my own journey in that time. I have become exactly who I was destined to become. I've become who I want to be. And even Kloof Street played a role in that.

When I moved to Cape Town, I was fortunate because my parents had decided to invest in an apartment so it made the transition fairly easy. I also acquired my driver's license one week before so I was ready to roll. I was accepted at UCT and although ended up developing a schedule that would revolve around my social life, I felt like I had made it to the big league. I had come home. In my first few days in town, I passed by the ETV studios and realised where I was living. It hadn't dawned on me until then that I was living just off of the same street that I had driven down that August past, with music blaring from Nick's car, my head hanging out the window and joy pouring out of every cell. I was in the heart of Cape Town, this magnificent city.

Kloof Street is the spine. I spend many a morning hanging out at Melissa's, sipping on creamy cappuccinos and devouring Traditional Breakfasts. I get my hair cut at Scar Hair. I get my beauty treatments taken care of at Elements on Kloof. I grocery shop at the Woolworths at Lifestyle on Kloof. I am always discovering new wonders like Manna Epicure. I now walk the streets where as before I used to drive, even to the post office that's on my same block. I know, shocking. I spend moments lost in Loft Living and LIM. I run into Checkers and the adjacent pharmacy to pick up odds and ends. I even get my petrol filled up in Kloof Street. I occasionally visit Vida and A Store, Hi Five and Poppa Trunks, Toi Toy and Klooftique. This street is a world in itself. Funny enough, there are two places I am yet to visit and why I haven't, heaven only knows. That is the Kloof Street Library and the Antique Store located at the top of the street before the bend. They represent two of my favourite things.

There is also Upper Kloof Street and at the bottom, Long Street. All which have formed part of important discoveries of both my surroundings and even myself. It all makes sense now. How I came to be here in both body and mind.

If this street could talk.

Julie Andrews said it best... "These are a few of my favourite things!"

What A Shot?!

2011-03-30T11:19:00.001+02:00

Death Cab Does It Again.

2011-03-29T22:05:00.006+02:00

I just had an experience that could be likened to that moment in a childhood dream when you are about to eat all the chocolates but you wake up moments before. Only this time, I get to eat the chocolates. Death Cab For Cutie has just released a brand new single. It's titled You Are A Tourist and so aptly titled, considering the lyrics. I love their lyrics. LOVE!

Death Cab, you are forever in my heart.

This one goes out to Benjamin Magowan. Forever, my friend.

this fire grows higher

this fire grows higher
this fire grows higher

when there's a burning in your heart

an endless yearning in your heart

build it bigger than the sun

let it grow

when there's a burning in your heart

don't be alarmed

when there's a doubt within your mind

cos you're thinking all the time

framing rights into wrongs

move along

when there's a doubt within your mind

when there's a burning in your heart

when you think it'll burst apart

though there's nothing here to fear

save the tears

when there's a burning in your heart

and if you feel just like a tourist in the city you were born

then it's time to go

and define your destination

there are so many different places to call home

cos when you find yourself a villain in the story you have written

it's plain to see

that sometimes the best intentions are in need of redemptions

would you agree?

(This was my attempt at the lyrics based on listening. Many times.)

Epicurean Delight.

2011-03-29T19:36:00.008+02:00

Incredible bread.

I want to eat this now!

Cuppy cakes.

This morning my friend Leigh came over and we ventured down to Kloof Street for some breakfast. The destination of choice: Manna Epicure. I live across the road but this was only my second visit. Shocking I know. It was even better than the first. This time bacon was a-calling so we indulged in freshly baked croissants with crispy bacon, melted Brie and rocket. With a little drizzle of honey over the top. I chose to have my croissant French toasted. Ridiculously delicious. Washed down with two cappuccinos and my day was made by 11am. Manna Epicure is not cheap so it can't be a daily destination for me but I shall be attaching it to any and every sense of occasion when it comes to a hanging out on Kloof Street. We also had extra special service when we were handed two complimentary packets of thinly sliced pecan and raisin rye bread with the bill. I could snack on that stuff all day long. It was thanks to our meal arriving too close to the time that we had some freshly made pre-breakfast bread with salted butter to nibble on. How is that for charming?! We were spoilt and then spoilt some more because they didn't feel like they spoilt us enough in the first place. Marvelous!

I love Manna Epicure. It's another reason why Kloof Street is what it is. To be able to sit in the morning sunshine, in that cool and calm environment, on a Autumn morning especially, stretch your arms out and welcome the new day with a love for life and a lust for croissants. Go in the direction of their website. It is stunning and that's got a little something to do with the brilliant creators, Cuie & Co.

So, the moral of the story is... Go to Manna Epicure and witness all former breakfast experiences dissolve into nothingness as you bite into a warm Bacony and Brie-ey, French Toasty Croissanty gift from food heaven. Nom.

151 Kloof Street

@mannaepicure

021 426 2413

I love this city!

Okay so the photograph's a little outdated but you get the point. There is a whole lot of magic happening down there at any given moment.

It's In The Eyes.

2011-03-29T00:16:00.004+02:00

I'm not sure if any Durbanites even visit this here webby log of mine but if someone happens to read this and you happen to be a Durban peep, or know of any peeps in Durban, who is/are looking for what I am about to tell you about, then do me a little favour and spread the word. S'il vous plaît.

This post is all about the eyes and the enhancing thereof. I have an aunt, the lovely Angela Taylor, who just so happens to be a master of luscious lash extensions. She runs her business from her home in Mount Edgecombe and for a mere R400, she will apply a full set onto your longing face. That price puts Cape Town and Johannesburg to shame, from what I hear.

Please fell free to contact her via angela@mrmail.co.za or 071 152 0540 should you wish to enhance the windows to your soul.

Words. Words. Words.

2011-03-28T20:09:00.006+02:00

These are a few of my favourite things...

wanderlust |ˈwändərˌləst|
noun
a strong desire to travel : a man consumed by wanderlust.
ORIGIN early 20th cent.: from German Wanderlust.

histrionic |ˌhistrēˈänik|
adjective
overly theatrical or melodramatic in character or style : a histrionic outburst.
• formal of or concerning actors or acting : histrionic talents.
• Psychiatry denoting a personality disorder marked by shallow, volatile emotions, and attention-seeking behavior.
noun
( histrionics) exaggerated dramatic behavior designed to attract attention
• dramatic performance; theater.
DERIVATIVES
histrionically |-ik(ə)lē| adverb
ORIGIN mid 17th cent. (in the sense [dramatically exaggerated, hypocritical] ): from late Latin histrionicus, from Latin histrio(n-) ‘actor.’

chicanery | sh iˈkānərē; ch i-|
noun
the use of trickery to achieve a political, financial, or legal purpose : an underhanded person who schemes corruption and political chicanery behind closed doors.
ORIGIN late 16th cent.: from French chicanerie, from chicaner ‘to quibble’.

fait accompli |ˈfet əkämˈplē; ˈfāt|
noun [in sing. ]
a thing that has already happened or been decided before those affected hear about it, leaving them with no option but to accept.
ORIGIN mid 19th cent.: from French, literally ‘accomplished fact.’

Why, oh why, with such a love for words, is it so flipping hard for me to come up with a name for my own business? I'm going to have to call it speechless or writer's block or silence of the lambs or something arb like that if I don't come up with something soon.

I love words. I can't help but read slower and more attentively when it comes to great authors like F. Scott Fitzgerald, which has been happening to me lately while I'm making my way through The Great Gatsby. I love second hand books stores and old, dusty pages. It's all literature and antiques and history rolled into one. I also remember words. I remember what people say to me. I hold onto words. I often even think in words before pictures. Words, words, words, what must I name my damn business???????????

Reading all the other people's words, can't come up with my own...

Ganesha.

2011-03-28T19:17:00.003+02:00

I was milling around the Cape Quarter this afternoon and came across this gem at Private Collections, a most magnificent store. It houses antiques and artifacts like you have never seen before and despite the eerie energy that surrounds you on entering and the astronomical price tags hanging off most objects, it is quite an experience just hanging out there for a bit. This little wonder was going for R14 000. Yes. If they would be willing to remove one of those zeros, I may be able to consider it but that is pretty much out of the question at this time in my life. It's a shame really because I love this piece. It is modelled on Ganesha or Ganesh as otherwise known. I've always been fascinated by these creatures and seen a million too many of the garish and kitsch portrayal but this is just beautiful. What is Ganesha you ask? Well, I'm not an expert so I'll let the Wiki show you the way.

Ganesha (Sanskrit: गणेश; IAST: Gaṇeśa; listen (help·info)), also spelled Ganesa or Ganesh, also known as Ganapati (Sanskrit: गणपति; IAST: gaṇapati), Vinayaka (Sanskrit: विनायक; IAST: Vināyaka), and Pillaiyar (Tamil: பிள்ளையார்), is one of the deities best-known and most widely worshipped in the Hindu pantheon. His image is found throughout India and Nepal. Although he is known by many other attributes, Ganesha's elephant head makes him easy to identify. Ganesha is widely revered as the Remover of Obstacles and more generally as Lord of Beginnings and Lord of Obstacles (Vighnesha (Sanskrit: विघ्नेश; IAST: Vighneśa), Vighneshvara (Sanskrit: विघ्नेश्वर; IAST: Vighneśvara), patron of arts and sciences, and the deva (divine being) of intellect and wisdom. He is honoured at the beginning of rituals and ceremonies and invoked as Patron of Letters during writing sessions.

How incredible?! A "remover of obstacles", a "lord of beginnings", a patron of "arts and sciences", a divine being of "intellect and wisdom" and a "patron of letters". Like music to my ears. I definitely won't be taking home the stone Ganesha I found today but I would like to find a stone or even a resin one for my home. I'll probably have to wait until they become as popular as Buddha and look to Loads of Living or @Home. Ha. Until then however, I'll just be wearing my Ganesha t-shirt and asking him to remove my obstacles, guide me through beginnings, and help me become more intellectual and wise.

Namaste.

March.

2011-03-28T13:16:00.010+02:00

The month of March had been a fascinating one for me. I feel like it's been three months all in one and there's still under a week to go. I have spent a week in Joburg working on the Top Gear Festival; I ran an event for a new client: Avusa Media (The Times/The Sunday Times); I acquired several new clients (thank you, Universe!); I am reveling in all the positive changes I've made in my life of late; and I'm making very big plans for the future. Not big like creating world peace (just yet), but big like significant for me, some mowing of the lawns that lie on either side of the path I'm walking on, some reevaluating, some (dare I say it) budgeting, and so forth. Then there are other little tidbits that are worth mentioning...

Road tripping. We should all make more time for it, we live in such a beautiful country after all. This was taken on route to Knysna.

Oh little Lucy. My friends Tara and Dino made two recent additions to their family and I finally got to meet them. Lucy also has a brother named Oscar but like all young boys, doesn't care to pose for pics.

Bless Country Road and this beautiful black leather handbag I treated myself to. We all need those seasonal staples. This one will be on my arm all through Winter.

My friend Leigh, owner of Coco li (The Paddocks and Cape Quarter) gave me a beautiful navy blue heart pendant for my birthday. It comes from her fabulous store.

If you want a nice change from all your usual city haunts, head out to Orchid Cafe in Wynberg's Chelsea Village for lunch or even a cappuccino. It's such a beautiful part of Cape Town.

The brand spanking new Chanel range, Rouge Coco Shine. Shade: Boy. It's so pretty I want to wear it all day long, even to bed.

I'm seriously lacking in talent when it comes to the application of make up, but I have superb talent when it comes to purchasing make up.

Finally set up the home office. It is not complete without a katsy.

Needing some home improvement in the old apartment. Thankfully things are in the pipeline. For one, the kitchen, she is falling apart. But my kitteh is still so coot.

Autumn has reached Cape Town but our skies are still very blue.

Last but certainly not least seeing Nick Mason (Pink Floyd) on bongo drums, when I was up in Joburg for the Top Gear festival, was quite incredible. He was backing Arno Carstens.

Here is to hoping that April is as rewarding and as entertaining as the very fine month of March was. When the seasons started to turn and Autumn came knocking, I didn't think I was quite ready for it but now I'm ready to embrace.

White Winter.

2011-03-28T11:27:00.006+02:00

I am naturally fair skinned. Very fair. Translucent almost. It's annoying because I'm not so big on the embracing of this paleness but I am also flummoxed by all things faux. So what is a girl to do? I once tried some self tanning spray-on crap, by "brand name that has completely eluded me" (I guess that's because no amount of pretty pink packaging could help that brand out). But anyway, Winter is on it's way and I'm slowly fading out, which brings me to this post.

Last week I was fortunate enough to have this stuff brought to my attention...

My fingers are crossed because it will be something like a miracle if this works for me. I'm always scared to test the waters with self tanning products but I'm going to give them a go in the coming weeks.

I'm already a huge fan of Piz Buin and use both their Classic Brown Bronze Tanning Lotion *miracle* and their Classic Brown Bronze Dry Oil *another miracle*. I then top it off with Tan Intensifier After Sun Lotion *a miracle hat-trick*.

There are no other lotions and potions in the world, well that I know of, that help me tan. So, despite Self Tan being a more faux route, I am going to try out these new wonders, complete with their colour dials and multi-position mist sprays and report back afterwards.

Wish me luck!

Oh Land.

2011-03-27T00:35:00.004+02:00

Some time back, I posted a song by an outfit known as Oh Land. Here. The song was titled Son Of A Gun and although remixed, made me curious about the artists at the heart of it.

This comes from their website:

“What does it sound like? What does it smell like? What does it look like? How does it feel? I always ask myself these questions when I’m writing,” says singer and producer Nanna Øland Fabricius. “I think that Oh Land has a unique landscape all on its own. I strive to make the possibilities endless and to have all the senses collide into a language on their own.”

Now listen to this...

Seriously beautiful! I see an Oh Land mission coming on for me. I am totally inspired by artists who break through boundaries and barriers and social restrictions to deliver something completely unique and inspiring and in this case, seriously sexy. Let's face it, lead singer Nanna is a beauty and a half but her music tells us more about the depth of her character. I like that they describe themselves as having a unique landscape of their own because they really do seem to. At the heart of Oh Land lies an almost folky sweetness yet it's surrounded by powerful and dramatic compositions. It's very unique. Such a beauty, with the sweetest voice, choose an attempt to push music, as opposed to pop crap. Bravo!

These kinds of musical productions thrill me. It touches on the chaotic and I relate to that in music. It makes my heart beat faster and I almost can't sit still, I just have to move. I'm going to keep my eye on this creative force.

Top Gear Live Meets Kyalami.

2011-03-21T20:10:00.003+02:00

I am dragging myself through my first day back in Cape Town after a whirlwind of a week in Joburg, one that was very sleep deprived. I was there, as mentioned before, for the purpose of the 2011 Top Gear Live Festival and taking care of some special VIP guests. I know sweet f**k all about the sport but have a new-found appreciation for it. I think it's mostly to do with the incredible personalities behind it and the major players I was surrounded by for the week, those who I now know to be genuine and rather humble. Beyond the Top Gear presenters themselves (Jeremy Clarkson, Richard Hammond and James May), I didn't know much, if anything, about the others (Derek Bell, David Coulthard, Tiff Needell, Sabine Schmitz, Jody Schecker and his sons Toby and Tomas, Sir Stirling Moss, Nick Mason and Eddie Jordan) which makes an experience like that even more authentic for me. I knew they were all ambitious and accomplished and I have great respect for that in people; it has nothing to do with fame. There is also something fantastic in British charm and sense of humour.

I think I need to start learning about the sport. I always said I wanted to experience a sports car and the open road. Ha ha, nerd. One day, some day.

Anyone who knows me well, knows I have a love for history so I guess I'm going to have to start somewhere near the beginning...

Home Away From Home.

2011-03-21T19:17:00.009+02:00

A friend on Twitter sent out a link to a competition for bloggers. Unfortunately the official rules state that the promotion is intended for viewing in the 50 United States and D.C. (excluding, without limitation, all US territories), blah, blah, blah, so boring...

This is the gist of it:

The competition is a really cool idea but once you go into the Rules and Regulations, you see the shortcomings. Beyond other glitches in the matrix, 200 words is awfully limiting. For any writer.

Anyway, it reminded me of the trip I took to Paris and Amsterdam last year and how inspired I was to document the experience at the end of each and every day. When it comes to writing, travel is a sure way to get your creative juices flowing. I also stayed in a holiday rental so I totally support doing it that way instead of using hotels.

For sake of my own documenting purposes, as blogs send things out backwards, this was my experience of Paris and Amsterdam in it's correct order.

Paris.

Paris. Part 2.

Paris. Part 3. In Pictures.

Paris. Part 4.

More of Paris in Pictures.

Paris. Part 10. And The End.

I Amsterdam.

I am craving another international experience these days. Longing for it. Needing it. Making plans for it...

Playboy.

2011-03-18T08:03:00.003+02:00

Tracy McGregor graces the cover of Playboy South Africa.

What to think? What to think?

The Lovely Ella.

2011-03-17T00:15:00.005+02:00

I've had this song in my head all day long...

Top Gear.

2011-03-16T21:29:00.004+02:00

This post comes at you from Johannesburg, this place to be precise...

Ooh! Aah!

I'm up here for the purpose of the Top Gear Festival and assisting with Talent Management. That includes the presenters of the show, some cool old school peeps that are renowned for the parts they've played in the driving of vee-hicles and my personal favourite, Pink Floyd's drummer. Rad.

So far, it's been rather chilled but I have had the fun experiences of been Chauffeur driven everywhere I go. Rolling in the back seat of a Merc, yo! I've also been police escorted to the airport and will be again at 7am every day this week. Sleep is a thing of the past. Anyway, the entourage gets led by a blue lit, siren-screaming, black Land Rover and a fleet of silver Mercs follow suit. It's rather effective in traffic. A little hair-raising at times but awfully fun and high-speed-chase-film-scene-esque.

It's going to be a long week but a fun one at that.

Chat again soon!

XOXO

Black Swan.

2011-03-13T22:03:00.007+02:00

Leaving the cinema, after watching Black Swan, feels different to how you would feel after leaving most cinema experiences. If you're with other people, you may at first comment on the brilliance of it, the parts that gave you chills, Natalie Portman's performance, the overall experience. But then, if you find yourself alone, the affects of such a portrayal start to sink in. You may stop at a robot on your way home and glance over at the person in the car next to you and for a moment feel the Black Swan. You may get home and hear a noise, then turn, with purpose and a dark gaze, to find it's origin. You may look in a mirror and wonder, even if only for a moment, what Nina may have felt when she looked back at herself. You can feel the harrowing darkness of psychological turmoil. Is this because perhaps, within each of us, there is an inherent darkness? Is it just me and my mind's ability to empathize with a character who gets so caught up in the need to be perfect that she loses herself? I can't relate but I can imagine. Or is it just the beauty and brilliance that comes from the likes of writers Andrés Heinz and Mark Heyman, coupled with the direction of Darren Aronofsky, and the creative combustion of actors and actresses like Natalie Portman (Nina Sayers), Mila Kunis (Lily), Vincent Cassel (Thomas Leroy), Barbara Hershey (Erica Sayers) and Winona Ryder (Beth Macintyre)?

Quite frankly, I think it is a masterpiece.

The only other Aronofsky experience I've had, came in the form of Requiem For A Dream. It left a mark on me, after sendings shivers down my spine. And so too has Black Swan. After hearing mixed reviews, warnings of ensuing nightmares and seeing a movie trailer that I now know to be an understatement, I almost thought I could wait for my viewing experience to be on a small screen but I am so glad that I experienced it in full force. To be able to translate inner chaos and deep seated insecurities onto a screen and encompass a real struggle in only 108 minutes is sheer brilliance. I will admit that I expected a farfetched horror but I left extremely satisfied and with complete appreciation for how well the story was told, an understanding of and fascination with all the cues that were used to carry the plot and a sneaky suspicion that we all have a little bit of darkness within us.

Natalie Portman deserved the Best Actress Oscar. Without a doubt.

P.S. I am also a lover of Tchaikovsky. Call me old fashioned!

You really should watch this film if you haven't already. It would be a real shame if you didn't. Oh and stick to the big screen.

The Secret Life of Bees.

2011-03-10T22:55:00.006+02:00

I know very little about bees. Other than that when you get stung by one, it hurts like hell. No matter how young or old you are. Thanks to that little force of nature, bees have got quite a bad reputation. We know they make that honey stuff but that still doesn't make us really appreciate the part they play. Maybe that's because we don't actually know what part they play. Funny enough, a child's introduction to a bee is often a significant lesson in nature. I can hear a parent saying "the bee will only sting you if you bump it. It gets a fright and because it's afraid, it releases it's sting to protect itself but when that happens, it dies." It's quite sad really. Those tiny little things have a tough time. They also spend their entire lives hard at work.

I was recently approached by my friend Sascha, who asked me if I'd like to help him with some Marketing for a product known as Manuka Honey. My first impression was their website, which thankfully I really appreciate the aesthetics of. But then I started to look a little deeper, at the things that make this product unique...

Get your most studious face on and pay attention now please because this is really interesting.

Manuka Honey comes from the nectar of the Manuka Bush, which is indigenous to New Zealand and thrives in the wild, uncultivated lands of this population free environment. Manuka has been used by the Maori people of New Zealand for centuries. What makes Manuka Honey so unique and effective is the level of antibacterial efficiency it has to fight bacteria, compared to standard antiseptic and is being considered as an out performer to antibiotics and traditional forms of medicine.

I'm not a believer in (or if I can help it, a taker of) antibiotics and will always look for a route as close to natural as I can, hence why my interest has been sparked while reading up on the subject of Manuka Honey.

Studies have shown Manuka Honey to contain very powerful antibacterial, antimicrobial, antiviral, antioxidant, antiseptic, anti-inflammatory and anti-fungal properties, making it extremely effective in treating a wide variety of health conditions. I'm not big on Science but it's all in the hydrogen peroxide that is released into the honey when the bee adds enzymes to the nectar. It's strong enough to be effective in destroying bacteria but not strong enough to harm tissue. I get so caught up in technology but just look at the wonders of nothing but nature taking it's course.

So here's the thing... I really want to work this brand so I'm going to do what I can to help it gain the exposure it deserves. At the same time, I'm going to do my own personal experiment. I tend to be a bit of an eczema sufferer and it is said that Manuka Honey can assist me in this regard so I'm going to put it to the test. I've been given a sample of 15+ Certified Manuka. If you are interested in learning more about the details, things like gradings, visit their website. Not only can I take Manuka Honey for general health and wellbeing by taking three teaspoons internally per day (think breakfast muesli or a nice cup of tea - Winter is on it's way) but I'm also going to apply it externally and watch as the magic happens.

Watch this space!

Stuff Turns TWO!

2011-03-10T19:39:00.005+02:00

My blog turned TWO today! Hip hip hooray! If I was wealthy, I'd throw a party and invite you all for complimentary cocktails but I'm not so instead you can just read about the party I had here.

It was for one and went down at Melissa's at the Waterfront, where I got myself a cappuccino and a carrot cake cupcake. See...

Rock on!

And as a little reminder of where it all began, this was the very first post... Ahhh!

As I keep saying, there is no slowing down. I've loved this experience and wish all my fellow bloggers the same sense of satisfaction for posts and years to come. For all of you starting out, keep going and for those considering starting a blog, DO IT!

Love Miss Emma Jude

XOXO

Introducing Mali Korsten.

2011-03-10T19:26:00.006+02:00

I had the privilege of meeting this lovely lady named Mali Korsten, while in Knysna earlier this week. I adventured to that part of the world for the perfect wedding of my friend Shannon. More on that to come. But for now, this is about Mali. She is the most angelic kind of singer/songwriter and has just released her debut album "Atlases and Astronauts". Love that title! You can find her stuff here, a little place in the WWW, where you can both listen to her beautiful sounds and buy her album.

Mali produces some very poetic and beautiful folk style tunes, just the kind of music I like to sit back and enjoy after a long day, with a glass of wine in hand.

I do hope you enjoy it as much as I do!

Damned Flu.

2011-03-10T12:11:00.005+02:00

Did anyone else notice how many people started complaining about colds and flu last week? It feels like Winter is coming. My Twitter and Facebook feeds were inundated with complaints and sadness and annoyances and everything that comes with the joys of flu. Something that there is STILL NO CURE FOR, bloody 'ell. I suppose I get why. Technology aside, some things just need to run their course. Anyway, what we can all do is battle the symptoms. I always end up with those annoying colds that have symptoms like struggling to breathe because my nose is so blocked or approaching the final moment before a sneeze comes but then it doesn't and my eyes start watering and everyone around me thinks I'm crying. I hate being sick. Like you can't believe. But I've learnt to tolerate it and what tricks I can use to combat it as quickly and efficiently as possible. I still don't want to get sick though.

Now I have to show you a funny TV commercial that I was sent the link for the other day. It's a little bit funnier than average for me, because I know "Scott" aka comedian Paul Snodgrass, in real life. This is the new Salex TV commercial. Salex is that non-addictive saline drop nasal spray that helps the nose function properly so you can, well, breathe. Their sales probably cook in the Winter months.

Life really is Beautiful.

2011-03-06T19:18:00.006+02:00

Here is an example of what an amazing weekend looks like to me...

Friday

Mani and Pedi at Elements on Kloof

Dinner with Cape Town Girl at Societi Bistro

Saturday

Breakfast at Sandbar with my bestest Kim and her lovely family

A little gym session

Dinner at The Grand on the beach

Drinks at Blakes Bar

Drinks at The Reserve

Sunday

Lunch at Manna Epicure

A movie at the Labia on Orange

Monday

Road tripping to Knysna in honour of the wedding of my friend Shannon

Now I must tell you some important things that you should know about all of these experiences.

One: Every woman in this world needs to spend ample time showing herself some love. It can start with something as simple as treating yourself to a Mani and a Pedi at a place like Elements on Kloof. It's my favourite Spa in Cape Town.

Two: Societi Bistro is pretty amazing all year round but managing to get a table outdoors on a beautiful Cape Town Summer's evening, when a slight breeze is blowing through, is absolute perfection.

Three: Camps Bay is one of the best places to have breakfast. The earlier you go, the better. The fresh air is just edible in the mornings.

Four: Squeezing time in for a little bit of exercise is very rewarding and can leave you guilt free for the rest of the weekend.

Five: The Grand on the beach is an incredible location. I unfortunately can't say the same for management or the food but when you book, ask for Brenton to serve you, he's a little gem. And try and get a table on the sand. Plastic wine glasses are not ideal but it's all for the experience.

Six: Blakes Bar is a great place to hangout, on pretty much every night of the week.

Seven: The Reserve, a new club located where Riboville used to be is rather grand but don't expect to be blown away by the music, unless you're into songs like Waka Waka. I am not. I'm not sure what the whole DJ playing from a birdcage is all about but I did enjoy the fact that the dance floor was covered in white feathers.

Eight: When you have a hangover, the only sure way to get over it is to get up and go out. Manna Epicure is a divine spot to have a meal and a Kloof Street chill. The food is delish, albeit a little expensive. I highly recommend.

Nine: Walk, walk, walk. Our city is beautiful. We should all be enjoying it more on foot. Walking around Gardens on a late Sunday afternoon makes your whole outlook on life better.

Ten: The Labia on Orange makes for a unique movie-going experience. Popcorn from a brown bag and cool little old school movie tickets, purchased from the cool little old school box office is just, well, cool. (Oh and you must go and watch Love And Other Drugs. Anna Hathaway is gorgeous, Jake Gyllenhaal is cussing hot and the story is sad but heartwarming)

I wish for you all a very lovely, stress free, remarkable week!

Revenge on Creeps and SPAM Lords.

2011-03-05T00:53:00.005+02:00

Today, I received a mysterious phone call from 079 507 2115. I have no clue who that number belongs to but answered because I never know when a call could be work related. I'm still reluctant to answer Blocked Numbers but more for the sake of having to let down yet another Call Centre staff member. It went like this:

"Hi"

"Hello, is this Emma Jackson?"

"Yes, it..." Beep, beep, beep. Call ended.

Um, okay. I try to call back. Two rings then drop. I call again. Same thing. I text. No reply. I call a few more times. Mostly a few rings then drops. One time an answer though, followed by silence. La-ame. I then tweeted about the ordeal. And Facebooked it. Some other people called. I ended up calling back a total of 82 times. Did I mention that I'm persistent? (And a little neurotic, just a little eh?) Now 079 507 2115 goes straight to a standard voicemail message.

My friend Matt suggested something rather brilliant. Make a nice little ad on Gumtree, for something very desirable, and add the cellphone number in question. I'm going one step further and when they ask for email address, I've added the one belonging to the latest person who spammed me about winning hundreds of millions of pounds.

The funny thing is that the number probably belongs to some random data capturer or someone who was trying to figure out who a number belonged to on behalf of someone else (why not just say so then, heaven only knows) but if for whatever reason it isn't and I now make my bed, so shall I have to lie in it. Crap!

Would you like to see what mavaldiviesom@unal.edu.co and 079 507 2115 are selling?

GTS250 244cc fuel-injected four stroke Vespa for sale.

Automatic CVT

Electric Starter

Disc Brakes

35km/l Fuel Consumption @ 70km/h

Price: R30000

* No, not really, I'm not going to go against Gumtree's Terms of Use but I almost did.

Jacket Loving.

2011-03-05T00:11:00.003+02:00

Image taken from the magnificent blog of one Garance Doré.

A Real Life Meltdown.

2011-03-04T23:19:00.014+02:00

Charlie Sheen. I couldn't understand why everyone had started speaking and tweeting and commenting on this man so much, so I asked CTG to give me the run down, after which I was gobsmacked to the point that I came home and immediately started looking up videos on YouTube. It's even more horrific than she described, and I could imagine. I'm generally a late bloomer on the uptake of stuff like this but shit, there is no amount of time that could pass, or no amount of reductions in Media coverage on the matter, that could make the impressions that Charlie Sheen is making go away. How will we ever be able to take him seriously in a role again? Not that anyone really took him that seriously to begin with.

The lowdown is that he's kind of flipped his lid and been fired and been on drug benders that he talks about both candidly and proudly. Bizarro, man!

The best (for lack of a better word) video I've come across is this one. Embedding has been disabled so you're going to have to actually click on the link if you want to see it. I highly recommend. It's just too flabbergasting for words. As if the title alone is not enough... Good Morning America Exclusive: Charlie Sheen says He's Not Bipolar but 'Bi-Winning' (28 February 2011). Wow!

There is this video too, where we get to meet 'The Goddessess'. They are these two random women, one a former nanny, the other a porn star, who now live together with Charlie Sheen and his two children. How those children have not been taken away, heaven only knows. Just because the man is clean (by way of drug test that was performed in his home during an interview), doesn't mean he's not still crazy. He refers to Hugh Hefner being an amateur in this one. Double wow!

Do yourselves a favour and watch it all unfold. Even if you don't give too hoots about the guy, it's just too remarkable for words. Is it the price of celebrity and being in the public eye? This kind of crazy goes on all the time, but now we get to actually see it. Has he gone beyond the role and is now allowing (although there ain't a whole lot of control going on) his Ego to completely take over? Maybe he was always this arrogant. I have no clue. I've never followed the guy. I only know him from the odd episode of Two And A Half Men, where he plays a pretty arrogant, cocky guy anyway.

My first impression was that this is some kind of publicity stunt but after seeing the videos I now think it's just a whole lot of crazy and what we are witnessing is in fact a real life meltdown.

P.S. If you watch the videos... How amazing is the interviewer?! I would not be able to contain myself and stay as serious and on form as she does. It's all too surreal.

Burn One Down.

2011-03-03T21:40:00.004+02:00

A little bit of Ben Harper. I have always loved this track.

Music soothes even the savage beast. A life without it? I can't fathom it. We are so spoilt. The genres, artists, moods enhancers, cultural amplifiers, sounds, noises and perfect spills that are available to us now blows my mind day in and day out. It is a constant companion. An indelible thing. The source of inspiration. Music as the adjective. Music as the noun. Music as the verb.

A Belated Valentine.

2011-03-03T19:22:00.010+02:00

This one is terribly late but it has to be done. The last and final Miss Emma Jude Love Project dedication goes out to none other than Drew. Saving the best for last, eh? If you need perspective on the project, go here.

DREW! Your name is derived from the Greek and means manly, man warrior, courageous and strong. And all of these things you certainly are. Did you know that in Hawaii your name would be Anakin? You know what that means, don't you?

If you ever want to run away to Hawaii, you know where to find me. I can be your Padmé Amidala if you want me to be.

Beyond your most famous musical compositions...

I think what I like most is the mark you made on the art world.

I also think I know where your boyish charm comes from. That 1950's TV series, Andy Pandy, perhaps?

Although it's a little bit hectic that a Hurricane considered to be the second most destructive in the world was named after you, I think being a Patron Saint of Scotland and them having a whole public holiday of feasting in honour of you kind of cancels that out.

Anyway Drew, better late than never I always say so I hope you had a loving Valentine's Day this year round and just know in advance that yes, next year I will be your Valentine for sure.

XOXO

Take A Guess.

2011-03-03T01:19:00.004+02:00

All this talk of travel (clue!) got me thinking about a little ol' band from back in the days that were way before my time. Another clue: There was Tom Petty, Roy Orbison, George Harrison, Bob Dylan and Jeff Lynne.

well it's alright, riding around in the breeze

well it's alright, if you live the life you please

well it's alright, doing the best you can

well it's alright, as long as you lend a hand

you can sit around and wait for the phone to ring

at the end of the line

waiting for someone to tell you everything

at the end of the line

sit around and wonder what tomorrow will bring

at the end of the line

maybe a diamond ring

well it's alright, even if you say you're wrong

well it's alright, sometimes you gotta be strong

well it's alright, as long as you got someone to lay with

well it's alright, everyday is judgement day

maybe somewhere down the road aways

at the end of the line

you'll think of me and wonder where i am these days

at the end of the line

maybe somewhere down the road when somebody plays

at the end of the line

purple haze

well it's alright, even when push comes to shove

well it's alright, if you've got someone to love

well it's alright, everything will work out fine

well it's alright, we're going to the end of the line

don't have to be ashamed of the car i drive

at the end of the line

i'm just glad to be here, happy to be alive

at the end of the line

it don't matter if you're by my side

at the end of line

i'm satisfied

well it's alright, even if you're old and grey

well it's alright, you still got something to say

well it's alright, remember to live and let live

well it's alright, the best you can do is forgive

well it's alright, riding around in the breeze

well it's alright, if you live the life you please

well it's alright, even if the sun don't shine

well it's alright, we're going to the end of the line

Find the song here!

The Travelling Bucket List.

2011-03-02T23:39:00.007+02:00

First things first, do we (South Africans) spell travelling with two L's or just one. I really want to add two but spellcheck keeps tuning me. I'm going to stick with the Brits on this one and use two.

Thanks to Jack Nicholson and Morgan Freeman, we now ALL know what a Bucket List is. It's that list you draw up of all the things you want to achieve before you die. I'm yet to know all the things I want to do and see and achieve, call it being only 26, but I do want to put together a list of all the places I want to see in the world.

First things first. Oh no, wait, I already did that.

The ground I have already covered:

* South Africa (Most of it but there is still more I want to experience)

* Sydney (And a bit of Australia's coastline)

* Singapore

* Mauritius (Twice)

* Paris

* Amsterdam

* London (Twice)

* Dubai

Dismal, I say. Dismal. There is still so much more to be seen. And here it is, in no particular order:

* Morocco (Namely Casablanca, Marrakesh, Fes and Tanjier)

* France (Over and over and over again, all of it, all the time)

* Spain (Catalonia, Madrid and some island hoping, including Ibiza)

* Californ-I-A (As well as New York - New York, San Fran, LA, Las Vegas, Miami, Louisiana and Jersey. Ah then there is Kansas Dorothy and Georgia...Georgia like the song says, Florida, Alabama, Indiana, M-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-I, Kentucky, Texas, Hawaii, argh just show me the whole damn lot)

* Ze Germans

* Scotland (A little distillery tour perhaps?)

* Ireland

* Sfitzerland and Sfeeden

* Thailand, Vietnam, Cambodia, Bali

* Tokyo Baby, for a Suntory time

* Italy, Austria, Croatia, Greece and Turkey

* Brazil, Colombia, Peru, Argentina

* Kenya, Namibia, Botswana and the DRC

* Oh yes and Madagascar

* India maybe

* Russia? I'll just throw that in there for good measure

How much money do you think I need to save up? Oh and I don't want to do the whole pack your back thing. I think I need a million rand.

By the way, my Geography is appalling and I needed Google to write this post. But it's all in a name dah'ling, it's all in a name. And for that, I blame Hollywood.

Buy the ticket. Take the ride.

Say it so.

2011-03-01T23:19:00.000+02:00

I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they're right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together. Marilyn Monroe

Blakes Fridays.

2011-03-01T17:11:00.006+02:00

More news from the City of Cape Town!

Those of you who keep your ear to the ground may have heard about the launch of Blakes Fridays, a little weekly adventure that began this weekend past at Blakes Bar. The night features none other than The Law (Shaun Westcott & Richard Marshall) and The Midnight Men (Pierre-Estienne & Dario Leite) but will also be set to showcase some other Cape Town DJ talent as the weeks roll on. Blakes Bar is quite new, to some of y'all, so why not use an opportunity like the one I am about to tell you about, to get your foot in the door. 'Tis also not often that one gets to start off as VIP.

The Prize: A table for you and a group of your friends, valued at R1500, which includes drinks, snacks and hours and hours of entertainment. And it's so ridiculously easy to enter. Here is how...

For the Facebook fans.
Step 1: Find Blakes Bar on Facebook.
Step 2: Like their page.
Step 3: Update your status with the following: I want to book a table for me and my friends at Blakes Bar this Friday because Blakes Fridays is the only party I want to be at. You will need to tag them in the status update so when you get to the part that you need to type in their name, type an @ symbol before adding the name and you’ll see them come up. Tag!

For the Twitter followers.
Step 1: Follow @Blakes_Bar.
Step 2: Send them a tweet: I want to book a table for me and my friends @Blakes_Bar this Friday because Blakes Fridays is the only party I want to be at.

The entries will go into a draw. Double up by entering via Facebook and Twitter. Ooh, another idea, get everyone in your crew to enter via both Facebook and Twitter, that way you'll end up with at least ten entries. Smart!

Winners will be announced on Friday morning at 10am sharp.

Fresh Starts.

2011-03-01T16:25:00.003+02:00

From Bo Kaap to Bree Street.

It is official! Rhubarb Room is relocating. Yes, relocating. Some of you may have noticed, while driving past, a little sign up on their building that says SOLD. And that it has. And an opportunity for a fresh start they now have. How exciting!! The new spot will be in none other than Bree Street, which photographer Andrew Brauteseth alone, made cool when he launched this website, which serves as a little visual explanation of why Bree Street is the hippest street in Cape Town.

So although change is well, change, and can be a little scary, Rhubarb Room will be embarking on the next chapter of their journey at 227 Bree Street, Cape Town. But until the big move takes place, do yourselves a favour and head on down to their current spot, as they are selling almost everything in sight, for very small amounts of rands. Sweet!

An Oscar.

2011-02-28T21:36:00.012+02:00

I did a quick search for images of dresses that were flaunted at the 2011 Academy Awards. The first article to come up turned out to be dresses that were worn at the 2010 event but check these out. Good lawd, some real beauties. I never do "My Pick" style posts when it comes to fashion at these events but here goes. This is what really impressed me. And the nominees are:

Okay wait a minute. I went onto the Life site to see the close ups and there aren't actually any really nice dresses. What is going on? If I compare this year to last, it's like WTF?! Seriously, go here again and see what I mean about 2010 versus 2011.

But anyway, here's clutching at straws...

I LOVE this dress. I think Reese may be a little too short for it and she shouldn't have borrowed hair from Barbie but I love the classical style. I would totally rock that. (Okay so that sounds arrogant but I really would.) I would wear my hair in a low, loose bun that is pulled to one side. C'est magnifique!

I got a glimpse of the back while she was on stage. It goes down to a slight V. Awesome. One last thing, clear diamonds, Reese. Diamonds! Not those colourful earring things.

This one is quite cool but I feel like that feathery look has been a little overdone.

Don't know who this chick is but I love the shape of this dress. Another classic.

Another classical style that you can't go wrong with.

Superb neckline.

This looks interesting. Can't make it out properly but LOVE the colour.

Here are the dresses that seriously confused me...

Huh? It has some potential but...

Her dress is growing mould.

No.

This child seriously annoys me.

Nooey Zooey. I can't work out where your outfit ends and the red carpet begins.

Gasp!

So much potential, love the one strap look but not a wise red carpet colour.

"Ooooh pretty, shiny, sparkles", she says. Jerseylicious.

Why Penelope? Why?! You are SO beautiful. Why pour yourself into a dress like that?

~ fin ~

The Ocean.

2011-02-28T19:55:00.005+02:00

The first suggestion I got after posting my last post was to try bodyboarding as a form of exercise so I thought this an opportune time to admit, out loud, that I have never swam in the ocean in Cape Town. Seriously. Never. I've been up to my knees and it's so damn cold that I lose my breath and run back out. I always blamed it on being born under a very earthy, earth sign but I'm one of those people that when met with a breeze on a warm day ends up with goosebumps and reaching for a warmer top. Sad but true. You should see me in Europe in Winter. My bones start freezing up. I guess it's safe to say that I won't ever be climbing Everest.

Now don't get me wrong, I love water and swimming but I'm not your typical water baby. There was this one time in Kosi Bay where I spent an entire day in the ocean but that is probably thanks to it being rather like paradise there. Oh yes and I ate some chocolate hearts. They're magically mushroomy and leave you with a desire to float on the surface of the water for hours on end. I used to be a big swimmer as a kid, not for sports sake, for enjoyment but since I've lived in Cape Town, I've just swam less and less. I'm even more of a shower girl, than a bath one. Hmm, Note To Self: Immerse self in water more, would be very therapeutic.

Put me on a lounger, with a Mojito in my hand.

I will admire the water forever.

I'm probably one of the only people whose lived here for as long as I have and never gone deeper than knee but Durban oceans have had plenty of me. As have Mauritian ones. And those European waters are soon to have plenty of me. But Cape Town, I just don't think it's on the cards for us.

P.S. RE: the Magic Mushrooms, this was on a very, very, very rare occasion. I have made it quite clear on this here bloggy blog that I don't believe in drugs or condone them in any way, shape or form. I included that tidbit for nothing but effect.

Muscles VS Mozzarella.

2011-02-28T15:43:00.008+02:00

I am pretty useless when it comes to regular exercise. Yes, despite odd tweets showing treadmill enthusiasm and general mental wellness, I never stick to any routines and find it near impossible to integrate exercise into each and every day. I work hard on the one hand so time is of the essence, but on the other, I just don’t seem to have that much willpower. I really want to change that. But I have been saying that for months, years even. I've gone through phases. There was the YogaZone phase but that only lasted a year. I go in and out of Katabox phases but sticking to specific times when the class is only once a week can be challenging. What is a girl to do? Get over myself already and just shut up and commit? Perhaps. I kind of need to start taking this stuff a lot more seriously because by the time you reach 26, pizza don't sit quite like it used to. Burgers don't metabolically evaporate like how you remember and beer, well, you know what beer does to a girl after awhile.

Any tips for an eternally rebellious teenager?

I need me some Jane Fonda home videos! Ha ha. Must have watched this video a million times as a kid.

Every time I'm about to do something maybe a little too decadent, I now ask myself, "what would Jane Fonda do?"

Deliciously Decadent.

2011-02-23T19:45:00.003+02:00

I want this NOW!

A beautiful little gift box,

from Daniela's Deliciously Decadent in the Cape Quarter.

Exit Through The Gift Shop.

2011-02-23T14:41:00.006+02:00

Taken in the side street next to Café de Flore, Paris, France.

Art. BIG subject. There are so many different mediums. So much subjectivity. I don't think about it that often, to be honest. I don't have too much opinion on the subject either. I have an affinity towards Art History, if anything. Ancient things that existed long before we were around. The tumultuous energies behind the work. Self expression. The great escape. Or just the way of the past. The "art" that graces the walls of my home are black and white photographs of Paris in the 1950's. Oh and there's one of Italy. But that's pretty much it. I make an effort to go to museums when I am overseas and do find the desire to comment on or research an artist from time to time but it's not a real hobby or active interest, per se.

What about street art? I'm drawn to it. I'm not really sure why. The rebellion of it perhaps? The mysterious shades of light and dark behind the eyes of the people who I've met who indulge in producing it, perhaps? They are always so cool and different and unique. To some it is seen as nothing more than the ego-fuelled defacing of private or public property. And in the case of someone spraying "Joe ma se..." under a bridge, the former is quite correct. But what about genuine street artists? People who have something to say and fear not for large open spaces and making a real statement. Smart people like Banksy. Real intellect. Real opinion. Real courage. Rebels.

I watched Exit Through The Gift Shop earlier this week and although at first skeptical about the documentary, ended up absolutely loving it. I've heard rumours that it's a hoax. And it's just plain old weird when it's not being hysterically funny. But I simply loved it. I recommend.

LA Nocturn.

2011-02-22T22:21:00.001+02:00

A new find. A new piece of music to marvel.

Online Shopping.

2011-02-22T22:01:00.005+02:00

What is your take on online shopping? I remember being in Australia and my cousin Laura talking about some amazing clothing she had acquired online. I thought it was the international way but not something that we can really do from all the way down here on the tip of Africa. There is also the bravery factor. I like to try stuff on and mull over it for days. I don't know if I'd be willing to buy something over the Internet. What if it didn't fit? What if the supplier couldn't be trusted? But imagine the ease. And how fun to browse online catalogues and spoil yourself at the click of a button. I'm sitting at my desk. The day is dragging on. Ooh, I know, let's SHOP!!

Today I received an email from a company known as diligo.co.za. They are an online shopping service based right here in the Pretty City. With nothing more than an Internet connection, you can be the proud owner of stuff like this...

Ooh!

Ahh!

Mmm!

Sweet!

The prices are seriously competitive. I'm quite amazed at some of them actually. They also have accessories and are working on a men's range. But the best thing of all, for someone ridiculously fearful like me, you can return items within seven days. Even better, they are located in Greenpoint, so it's the most convenient kind of online shopping you will find.

Have a browse!

You Too.

2011-02-22T21:39:00.003+02:00

After watching both Imogen Heap and Faithless this month, I was inspired to instantly document the experiences. I think I did so within 48 hours of each show. But things are a little different with U2. It's because of our long, long history together. Seeing them live was more a rite of passage than live music extravaganza, rah-rah-rah. Am I making any sense? Probably not.

But here is the story.

The festivities began with Rikki's Taxi Service. Normally they pull through for me but no, not on Friday. I booked a taxi. To be fair, it was one of their shared rides, not the direct, pre-planned ones but nonetheless, they said they would come. I waited. They did not come. I inquired. My booking had vanished. They said they would call back. They never did. So, I decided to take my car to Greenpoint. It turned out surprisingly well, although I probably pissed off some people when I jumped a queue of traffic and almost got traded to a policeman by my friend's husband Elias, who I was lifting to our pre-event. He wanted a police escort :)

We ended up finding a sneaky little bay underneath Hudson's. Which was perfect because my concert cavorting crew was going to Hudson's for pre-show drinks and snacks. For future reference, although I don't want to make it harder for myself to get in there but Hudson's is a perfect place to chill out before a stadium adventure. It's slap bang in the centre of the fan-walk action and they were kind enough to keep it relatively spacious. Their building was also giving away the most convenient parking at R50 a pop.

Onwards to the show. U2. That whole claw thing that everyone keeps banging on about is not pretty. At all. In fact, it's grotesque. However, however, it is effective and it really does become all encompassing (well, from where I was standing, which was towards the back of the general standing area) and it does make the stadium feel incredibly intimate, 70 000 people aside. It also puts on a pretty spectacular show, as far as stage antics go. How they had the ambition to lug that UFO around the country, after hauling it around the world, remains a mystery to me. Although, I guess when you're U2 and you've seen and done and experienced it all, up and beyond is the only way. What next? A concert on the moon? A concert out at sea? They really set the bar beyond further reach on this one.

Then there was the music. I did not know any of their newer music, which is unfortunate as it led to some lulls for me but no real loss because getting to hear songs like City of Blinding Lights, One, Mysterious Ways, Sunday Bloody Sunday and all the other greatness that makes me love the band as much as I do made for a completely mind-blowing experience. U2 is one of those bands that you're lucky to see in a lifetime. It was also my very first time to Greenpoint stadium so that's pretty special. I still secretly hope that my second visit to the stadium will be for the Red Hot Chili Peppers but it's likely to be Kings of Leon. Although I don't have a ticket yet. If U2 is anything to go by, I'll have no issue wangling a ticket closer to the time.

Enough about the others though, this is about U2 and I am beyond thrilled that I got to be a part of it. I was brought close to tears several times and felt the most overwhelming euphoria when looking up at a clear night sky and a full moon. I will remember it always.

Ooh, another note... I managed to give tickets to my friends Adin and Tara at the last minute when I won an additional two through Nokia SA. If I didn't love my iPhone as much as I did, I'd be with them :)

The last thing I want to mention is Big Concerts and the impeccable organisation that went down to make the event even more of a success. Easy in. Yeah so there was queues but of course. Easy out. Even easier than in. Easy to bathroom. If you timed it right. Easy to bar. Amazing what a little big of fencing and almost single-file queuing can do for swift service.

This was taken during City of Blinding Lights.

Fruit. Loop.

2011-02-22T15:10:00.003+02:00

Can someone please tell me what the fuss is all about when it comes to fruit? I have tried. Boy, have I tried. It's really hard not to love the thing that is apparently so easy to snack on. Okay so I like pink grapes and green apples. I also like orange melon. But that pretty much sums it up. Strawberries? Eh. They're okay I guess. Watermelon? Never really took to the stuff until this one time recently, when I was "tipsy" and ate an entire punnet. Berries and cherries? A bit gross really. Kiwi fruit? Maybe on a platter and mixed with strawberries and mint. But it's all got to be on one forkful so all the flavours come together.

And now I have completely lost my train of thought and what I was going to get at, making this the most random post ever.

Fruit. Bleh.

So Close Now.

2011-02-18T10:19:00.000+02:00

Chanel Splurge.

2011-02-16T16:17:00.006+02:00

Would you choose wearing lipstick over having clean hair? I just might.

I would like to know why, why, WHY all cosmetics just so happen to run out at the same time? This morning I had to drag myself out of my denial when I spent more than five minutes trying to get some cleanser out of it's container. That's because this week I have come to the realisation that I need to satisfy the following demand:

1 x Redken Shampoo

1 x Redken Conditioner

1 x Chanel Foundation

1 x Clinique Gel Cleanser

Faarrk! When we set out to blow money on things like shampoo and lipstick and convince ourselves that Chanel really is better (okay, so it actually is but that doesn't really help me right now), we do not let ourselves think about the repercussions of indulgent actions.

What makes matters worse is that this shortage came at the very same time as I was told about this new product...

And I WANT IT!

The story: Chanel's new Rouge Coco Shine lipstick in 'Boy' (named after Arthur Capel, the love of Coco Chanel's life) has been launched. The campaign features Vanessa Paradis. Look how amazing that colour looks on?! At the moment I stick to 'Mythic' by Chanel Rouge Allure. It's a very nude and natural shade but just significant enough to make my lips feel heavenly. This would be taking it up a teeny, tiny, perfectly Emma-sized notch.

Screw you other cosmetics for all running out at the same time. I may have to delay welcoming this new 'Boy' into my life.

Thanks to @BeingBrazen for the Chanel tip off!

Late Night Jam.

2011-02-16T01:11:00.004+02:00

With a little bit of this timeless magic...

Ah, and what about this one...

The World of Blogging.

2011-02-15T00:20:00.008+02:00

This screen grab really fascinates me. It comes from the Google Analytics tracking of visitors to my blog. I've been advised to use other analytics tools to measure traffic but I've kind of stuck with Google Analytics because it's really easy to understand, it offers me the basics and I don't really need to get any more complex at this stage. It's also free. What the image shows is where visitors come from; the darker the shading, the more hits I'm getting from those regions. It's amazing to me. I can pretty much work out exactly which posts encourage views in which areas but believe me, when I started subjectively documenting my silly little (ahem, big and important!) life via this medium, I thought I'd probably clock no more than twenty hits a day, if anything, and 80% would come from my family out of morbid curiosity with this foreign exposing of self.

There has been a surge of late, which is pretty cool and motivates me to keep writing, something which I love to do, no matter how frivolous the post. What I wonder though, is how my traffic fares to other bloggers. It's probably still pale in comparison because I write as myself and my experiences, which is oft times perceived as arrogant and not always as entertaining to a broader audience. I also don't focus on a niche subject like food or music or fashion but rather just share as I feel like sharing. Funny then to see that when I get sarcastic, joke around or write about something controversial I see a surge in traffic. "Sex" sure does sell. Like most bloggers however, I won't publish the number of hits I get in a month. It's all about perception anyway. If you want to read, read. If you don't, don't. If you think this space is valuable to use for promotional means, great. If I don't value what you are promoting, I won't document it. As a good example of how I operate, if you call me up and ask me to review your restaurant, I'll probably bring another blogger along, to give you a real bang for your buck. I'm pretty straight forward and honest like that. I'm also a Marketer. But like most bloggers, heck, like all bloggers, I do want to be recognised for doing this. My primary motivation is sharing to encourage a culture of honesty and sharing but I would also like to possibly generate a bit of an income (or the enhancing of my personal lifestyle) through this medium. Who wouldn't? I spend at least two hours a day here after all. And like Psychology 101, the more attention you get, the more attention you want. The more positive feedback you get, the more negative feedback you are exposed to. I'm finding the experience of all of this to be really interesting.

Before I break into seriously philosophical discourses about technology and psychology, I just want to acknowledge something that has been really enjoyable for me. In the two years that I've been coming here I've watched my personal brand develop and grow. Mostly organically but now I have the option of forcing the issue through tools like Twitter and Facebook because they are amazing for this. I acknowledge that Miss Emma Jude has enormous potential but say that cautiously because I think we're quite conservative and still rather behind the times in South Africa. Maybe I'm also just not that interesting. This I do consider from time to time. But interestingly enough, all the insults I've received here or about this place have come from South Africans or what I consider to be emotionally constipated and closed people. FYI - I'm not saying all South Africans are emotionally constipated and closed, but that I've had closed people come here. Anyway... You probably wouldn't catch me tanning topless on a beach like some European woman would but you will be able to get all of me out of me here or if we met face to face. A different kind of exposure.

I wonder what is going to happen with all of this. I really do. A strategy I have none. A conscience I have plenty. Balls, got those too. But an end in sight? No.

A blog is by definition a Web site on which an individual or group of users produces an ongoing narrative. That is what this is. I'm taking it as it comes.

Yours sincerely,

Miss Emma Jude

Crave You.

2011-02-14T23:24:00.008+02:00

This post is about how much of my new music comes to me. I'm sure some can relate.

I was sent a comprehensive list of Australian artists from a Ryan in Australia (a cool dude who just so happened to stumble across my blog) and as I tend to, immediately started hunting. The point of departure, in my world, is YouTube. It's also how I am able to share music on here. If you know YouTube, you will know that on the right hand side of the video you are watching at the time are suggestions to other songs and artists. I kept seeing the artist/s Flight Facilities come up in the suggestions during this particular mission. The image above was the opening image of a version of the song and that drew me in. So I clicked on the video. The song itself was catchy and cool but I didn't really think anything of it - it was a little bit Pop-py for my immediate liking. Then I was out on Saturday night at Blakes Bar and Craig De Sousa played the very same track. But I didn't realize at the time, that it was the same track that I'd heard during that brief YouTube exchange and the lyrics and catchy-ness were already imprinted on my memory.

My friend Chantel and I started singing along and saying we loved the song so this evening, while having a little reminisce, I wanted to link the song to Chantel's Facebook wall but couldn't for the life of me remember the song, the lyrics, or anything to do with it. So I asked Chantel, she sent me the name and voila, it all came to me, and now so has some New Music.

Flight Facilities apparently refers to themselves as coming from Trinidad and Tobago but are more widely known as Australian. So is Giselle Rosselli, the lovely little lady singing on this track.

Enjoy!

The Fantastic Mr Fox.

2011-02-14T22:48:00.005+02:00

I had absolutely no idea this film would be so damn cool. I took The Fantastic Mr. Fox off my brother's hard drive when I was in Joburg recently and little did I know... Roald Dahl was my only reference so I had some faith but I've never even read the book. Mistake. Then I heard the name Wes Anderson and I knew it would be a valuable viewing experience. I was right. The trailer...

Oh, in case you've never heard of Wes Anderson (gasp!), he is the man behind things like The Royal Tenenbaums, The Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, The Darjeeling Limited, Rushmore, um, do I even need to continue? If you have not watched some or all of those, I think you are incredibly, incredibly lucky because nothing beats the first time. Except the second and the third. But I'm actually jealous if you still get to watch any of those for the first time.

What else does Wes do well? Casting! In the case of The Fantastic Mr. Fox, we have George Clooney as Mr. Fox, Meryl Streep as Mrs. Fox, Jason Schwartzman as Ash (their baby fox), Bill Murray as Badger, William Dafoe as Rat and Owen Wilson as Coach Skip. Bloody fantastic!

The story is cool. The casting is cool. The animation is cool. The comedy is cool. The emotional bits are cool. The music is cool. It's all just so flippin' cool.

Watch it. Immediately.

P.S. I need to get more Roald Dahl books. I probably read George's Marvelous Medicine a million times as a child. I also adore his short stories. I think I need to collect the whole damn lot now. Oh yes and let's definitely not forget Charlie and The Chocolate Factory.

For Rick.

2011-02-14T21:25:00.005+02:00

Another Love Project dedication. This has been my most interesting one to date because this guy is pretty darn awesome and I'll tell you why...

His name is said to go back to an old German origin, meaning "famous wolf". And at the same time Santa's most famous reindeer was named after him. A great contrast of both strength and softness. Courage and quiet charm.

There is this cool little tune that was written for him.

Could Rudy be a little naughty too?

There is the most exceptional art.

A little risqué at times but very lovely.

Ah, love that word.

He has also been on the receiving end of several Nobel Peace prizes, for literature, physics and chemistry. Intelligent maybe? And lest we forget his position as the former New York City Mayor and a silent film star who has a star on the Hollywood "Walk of Fame". He has been a King in his time, in fact more than once and was very respected by none other than Napoleon Bonaparte. Yes, the Napoleon Bonaparte not Napoleon Dynamite. Did I mention he's also a famous South African cricketer?

Sheesh! That is some influence to have on the world, guy. You're cool, real cool!

Sending you love this Valentine's Day!

[For more information on The Miss Emma Jude Love Project, go here.]