Dearest Skat, whatever must you think of us wretched souls north of Paarl? Months go by and nary a word from Jozi. But don’t despair though Skattie, in between the monkeys putting names in and the odd Wikileak, we’ve been entertaining ourselves with a whole lot of shopping. Tis the season to be spending, is it not? Or doesn’t your daddy have a tender? Anyway, first it was Pulchritude, where we gobbled up copious amounts of Pongracz on empty stomachs on a rainy Thursday night last week - which worked wonders on most, and we all got really drastic with the plastic. Then on Sunday, Fruitcake - a vintage store with attitude - decided to treat us to an exquisite display of vintage clothing. The clothes were fresh and the style was skattieliscious- from brightly coloured tutu’s and bodysuits to boys in pearls and skirts. Indeed, the kind people at Fruitcake know something. These two beautiful souls scour the strangest places to bring you a cornucopia of ridiculous looks. I should know this, I’ve gone shopping with them and must say my closet has never looked fruitier. The weather looked shit at first but cleared up just in time for the show, which was marvelous! If only it had started a little earlier, like on time - even the MC was late, but I’m not naming any names.
Anyway, feast Skat on the beauty of Joziwood. Oh, and thanks once more to our man in the north, Mazwi Vezi for the sublime images.