Sometimes Love comes around...with shoes!

image via: APOT

image via: TTC

I have this new obsession, and it is in the form of the shoes above. My girls know me as a 'sandal and pumps' girl, barely seen in high heels or stylish shoes. But I have been slowly inching to the direction of better styled shoes, and its been a while now. The ones pictured have knocked me down! I love them and I hope I can find them one day in these South African streets. I guess this comes with growing up, considering that not so many years ago I would have never been seen in a dress or skirt unless it was my school uniform. How we grow...

Modern Art: The Plight of the Black

From Here I see What Happened and I Cried (1995 - 1996)

Carrie Mae Weems @ The Museum of Modern Art, New York

See the entire narration here.

Fashion meets Art

For Dior Couture AW 2009
Illustrator: David Downton (2011)

My first experience with chalk/ pastel drawing was in high school while I was experimenting with the different kinds of techniques I could express myself artistically in. Basic, five colour on box-back pencil outlined drawing. But the question was what would inspire the drawing?

The answer: Fashion!

It is tragic that the mystic drawing I did got destroyed by time, but accepting that memory fades, that one left a clear picture in my mind. It also won me an 'upcoming artist award' at an exhibition at Anne Bryant in East London. The silhouette of a lady, who originally was meant to be leaning on a lamp post, but ended up stepping on a puddle of water. Her slender body, flowing dress and tipping her top-hat as it slid over her eyes...priceless. Most striking about the image was the delicacy in which she stepped on the water and the little 'splash' she made. Oh my, what an exquisite picture I created.

So the question, why Fashion?

Well, if you know me at all, you will know that my dream was to be a fashion designer first. My mother was a dressmaker in her spare time, but interestingly enough, I never learnt how to sew. She cut patterns and went to sewing school tirelessly, but I never flinched. Yet deep down, I just wanted to be a fashion designer. Somehow I felt that what she did was too 'simple'. In my mind I saw the stuff Fashion in movies was made of.

Naturally, I made a lot of designs through out high school and I am happy to mention that many of them did see the light of day. My matric ball gown was my own creation, even my mother's graduation outfit. You might be asking yourself 'so where did Fashion go?'. Well, my application to study Fashion got rejected and my dream faded. I ended up with my third love, Writing.

So what was my second love then, you might be wondering...

My second love is: Art!

And then yesterday, while doing the usual trawling on the net, my first and second Love met. And today, writing bound everything together.

Sindz

Karla stuns me again

image via Karla's Closet

Fashion Photo's of the Day

This collar has revolutionized the image of coats I had. Amazing!

Class.

This is the next outfit I am eyeing out for a warmer day. My 'indian' style harem pants, heels, a tee and a blazer or cardigan.

Already pulled the Gwen Stefani black harem pants with stiletto's and a denim waistcoat outfit.

ps. I get outfit inspirations from these FPotD's, pity I am not big on documenting what I wear.

images via web & SFN

A little of Karla's Magic

Sometimes one has to appreciate FLAIR. Karla has done it!

Amazing

Greatness Achieved

It is day two after the race and I feel like I was run over by a huge truck! I walk like some sort of robot and I constantly wince in pain. This is the price I am paying for finishing my second marathon this year (the first being the JPMorgan 7.5km run) and with every jab of pain, I whisper 'GREATNESS' to myself and soldier on. I will admit, this marathon running thing has not been a big deal to me, I did it purely for interests sake. But after the overwhelming support and feedback from my friends and family, I realised that running marathons is more than just an interest. I make an impact on someone else's life and that for me is HUGE!

Anyway, I started the race 16mins late because honestly that is how long it took for the people at the very end of the line (me included) to start moving after the shot had gone off. I was determined to join some friends who were further up, but that ended up not happening. By some stroke of luck, while running on Grayston, I was joined by a young lady who went to the same high school as me. What a coincidence! She was so much fun to run with and I would not have performed as I did without her.

my start time

can you spot me?

getting my walk on