I asked the subject of this week’s MOOKS Report, to give me three adjectives that describe a photograph? And he gave me two… not because he couldn’t conjure up a third, but because following rules isn’t really his style.
These days most jobs come with some type of perk, whether it’s a shiny company car, a blackberry, or even a fat expense account. So what are the perks of working behind a bar? Well the answer is simple, free gigs, yes people ‘FREE’ gigs. As many as a person could want. And if you’re a music slut like me, then there’s no better perk to be had. So keep your company car, cell phone or expense account, I want live music and I want it free!
Only 20 minutes south from the concrete couture, assembly lines and hard nights, you’ll find the endless serenity of Kalk Bay. While many are quick to complain about Cape Town, I’m sure even some MOOKS Report readers have felt discontent towards it - you know – can’t really see yourself ‘living it up’ in a city filled with crime and punishment. But just like Dostoevsky’s classic novel, it’s a city with depth and intrigue that requires you read between the lines to fully understand. To look without judging and to venture off the beaten track where you’ll discover a different side to South Africa’s mother city.
Cape Town beaches are full of ‘wish you were here’ post card moments, from the femme-bots, topless Germans to irritating vendor boys selling granadilla popsicles. If you can find your way through the crowds, you might be lucky enough to catch a glimpse of the sport that’s still ruled by the kids – it’s the extreme sport known as skimming…
I’m lost in my cold coffee smoking a Marlboro Red, distracted by my happiness. This is a report about a girl living in Cape Town for summer and experiencing a new year. It’s about eating blueberry nerds and getting messy on school nights. It’s about laughter, inspiration and popcorn. Like life, it’s about everything and nothing. Perhaps it’s the endless summer that’s got Cape Town caught in a spell, but for once, I’m a part of it…
Growing up in the sun-drenched Karoo, amongst little cave crawlies and lanky desert birds that can’t fly, Chris Slabber sees Cape Town as a place of wonder and surprise. Like a kid in a theme park, everything is a joyride. Aside from the “bergie” (homeless dude with a passion gap that is always drunk and shouting “Jou ma se POES” to his/her fellow bergies) waiting around each of Cape Town’s corner, is a world of opportunity and sensory indulgence. Each day comes wrapped in potential.
