Desmarais

One day when Ané grows up, she wants to be (just like) Kate Desmarais.  Or a panda bear, either/or.

Kate, being a panda (relevant)

Edit: All Kates seem to have a thing for pandabears. #IJMS

Pre-Raphaelite Honeys

The Williams are a bit fucked up. Ané is probably the least fucked up out of all of us. Or at least very good at hiding it. Obviously we can all be described through Pre-Raphaelite paintings . It just makes sense ( #IJMS on Twitter). So if we were Pre-Raphaelite babes, this is who we would be - 

Ané is Undine, a beautiful water (eater) nymph from mythology. An Undine was created without a soul, but by marrying a mortal and bearing him a child she obtained a soul and with it all the pains and penalties of the human race.  The origin of the Undines can best be traced all the way back to ancient Greece wherein mythology cites a clan of nymphs called Oceanides claimed the waters of the world as their home. The water nymphs, or water spirits, belonging to the Water Elemental, are usually found in forest pools and waterfalls. They are said to have beautiful voices, which can sometimes be heard singing over the sound of water that entices those that hear it. 

Fabi is the Lady of Shalott. According to legend, the Lady of Shalott was forbidden to look directly at reality or the outside world; instead she was doomed to view the world through a mirror, and weave what she saw into tapestry. Her despair was heightened when she saw loving couples entwined in the far distance, and she spent her days and nights aching for a return to normality. One day the Lady saw Sir Lancelot passing on his way in the reflection of the mirror, and dared to look out at Camelot, bringing about a curse. The lady escaped by boat during an autumn storm, inscribing 'The Lady of Shalott' on the prow. As she sailed towards Camelot and certain death, she sang a lament. Her frozen body was found shortly afterwards by the knights and ladies of Camelot, one of whom is Lancelot, who prayed to God to have mercy on her soul. The tapestry she wove during her imprisonment was found draped over the side of the boat.

And finally Jana is Ophelia. Sad and pathetic driven to madness by love. After Hamlet's "To be, or not to be" soliloquy. Hamlet approaches Ophelia and talks to her. He tells her "get thee to a nunnery." Hamlet becomes angry, realises he has gone too far, and says "I say we will have no more marriages", and exits. Ophelia is left bewildered and heartbroken, sure that Hamlet is insane. After Hamlet storms out, Ophelia makes her "O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown" soliloquy. Later, Queen Gertrude reports that Ophelia had climbed into a willow tree, and then a branch broke and dropped Ophelia into the brook, where she drowned. Gertrude says that Ophelia appeared "incapable of her own distress". Whether her death was an accident or suicide remains a mystery. 

There you have it folks, that's us Pre-Raphaelite babes. Not morbid at all. Happy Monday ya'll!

PHILIPPUS/JOHAN

Our friend Johan asked us yesterday why we haven't blogged about how fucking nice he is (see above), so we decided to just get it over and done with and have a little chit chat with him about his VERY SERIOUS BLOG, and just ask him about himself in general.  Here's a little picture of Johan with a fun glitter caption added by Ané (just to contradict his SERIOUS FACE)

So Johan and Manny came over to Fabi's flat to chat and here's some of the highlights of the conversation.  We didn't talk about Johan much at all, which is a pity, because he is actually a really nice guy.
Anyway, here's some of the highlights:

Fabi to Johan:  How was your radio interview?

Johan: What radio interview?

Fabi: Oh I just made that up

Fabi: WOW! That was sooo hard.

Johan: What?

Fabi: Typing, the hardest thing ever.  I typed four lines and it felt like a novel.

Johan and Manny laugh uncontrollably.

Johan: That was an AMAZING quote!  That was amazing!

Fabi: Johan is jumping around like a BUNNY!

Johan: That is EXACTLY what I was doing, you got meee!

Johan: Who made all this art?

Fabi: Your mom.

Fabi: I'm gonna read this book then my life is gonna chaaaange.  Can you read it from there?

Johan: What? Oh 'HOW TO ENJOY YOUR WEEDS'? Saw it on Facebook.

Fabi: WHAT?

Johan: Saw it on Facebook.

Fabi: Oh, I'm gonna read it and be a better person.

Johan: Who made that?

Fabi: Uhm….

Johan: It COULD be art.

Fabi: I know.  It's Donald Judd.

Johan: Oh.

Fabi: WHO ELSE?

Johan: OK.

Fabi: Why is everybody looking at me?

Ané: I might turn this into a blogpost about Fabi.

Fabi: I'll make YOUR FACE into a blogpost.  Just your face EVERYWHERE! No background, no banner, no even tabs at the top.  EVERYTHING goes away, just your face.

Johan: My face would be a background.

Fabi: I'm talking to Ané but ok, you can have your face a background if you wanna.

Manny: It's all about Johan guys.

Ané: I'm trying to keep it about Johan but it's difficult.

Johan: I'M trying to keep it about Johan but it's difficult.

Fabi: Why is Ané so weird?  Oh no she's normal!

Fabi: That's not the point, the point is… [Laughs] Fuck, I forgot about the point!

Ané: Uhm… Would you like me to add some of your photographs to the post?

Fabi has a laughing attack.

Ané: I really like your pictures.

Fabi: Is this really happening? Is this ACTUALLY happening?

Ané: This is really happening. Yes.

Johan: Well if you like the pictures then…

Ané: That's the point.  Johan wants to get promoted in life, because he knows we're really famous.

Fabi: Ya.

Johan: Ya, that's EXACTLY what.

Ané: Ya.

Johan: I don't ask anybody else.

Ané: Hmm.

Johan: Joh daar's baie foto's. (Yoh, there's a lot of photos)

Ané: It's because you're so serious about it.

Johan: I am pretty serious.

Manny: Johan, do you remember the first photos you took?

Fabi laughs.

Fabi: What inspired you? Was it your mother's home cooked meals?

Johan: Fabi!

Ané: I'm making notes RIGHT NOW!

Fabi: Your face is a note right now, note right noooow. Wha-ha-haa! Too-doo-too-doo-too-doo-loo.

Manny: Johan, it's your mother's birthday tomorrow.

Johan: Whose? MY mother's? This Johan? Oh my God. Wait, is it? How do you know this?

Manny: Yes, look, tomorrow all day, under my notifications.

Johan: For a birthday present I'll ask my mom to have all my cameras fixed. That is quite a nice present.

Johan: Ané, the thing about the blog is that it's really unassuming.  It speaks to people. And it's not invasive.

Manny: It's like it should be on Facebook.

Fabi: WHAT?! Ané's face?

Ané: I don't know what's going on. I don't even know what blog you're talking about.

Johan: My blog!

Fabi: Johan, you're being VERY hectic.

Johan: I hope you got down as much shit as you could.

Ané: I don't know because I was a bit of a retard, like I didn't write down from the beginning.

Johan: Aaah.

Ané: But I might also be recording all of this. Like, it's possible.

Fabi: Why is Johan on the beach?

Fabi: Why are you guys so serious?

Ané: Because I'm blogging

Ané: Look out for your post on my blog on the internet.

Johan: I'm gonna deny fucking EVERYTHING.

And here's some of Johan's nice pictures:

If you want to become better acquainted with Johan IRL, and talk about serious things, just head down to The Power and the Glory basically WHENEVER, because he lives in there.

YOU HAPPY NOW, PHILIPPUS?


EDIT:  Johan and Manny are denying that this ever happened.  Click HERE to see their response.

Waiting For Godot

Patrick and Jana spent the last few hours trying to communicate with each other but failing dismally. Misunderstandings, hearing problems and retardation do not make for effective communication. It was very funny/tragic/futile like fish. The whole situation screamed Waiting for Godot.

They walked the streets like tramps and were even attacked by bergies on Adderley street. After Jana handed over her half eaten burger, the male bergie retorted in disgust "I don't want to eat your half-eaten food". FAIR ENOUGH. The female bergie claimed Patrick's coffee, which he hated because he is a coffee snob, and followed them both like a zombie. It was all verrryyyy confusing/disorientating. Patrick and Jana then separated and made their way home to go live out their retardation in solitary confinement.

However! Patrick's phone got stolen in Stellenbosch last night so there is no way to contact him and make sure he is okay. 

Jana is slightly concerned about Patrick because no phone and indie is not a good place to be.

Here are pictures of our tramp friends earlier today.

VLADIMIR AND ESTRAGON 4 LIFE

RON

It has become quite clear that if your name is Ron you are probably the best person in the world (Weasley, Swanson).

This is the most amazing sweater known to mankind, and Ané needs it on her body at all times:

For more Sexy Sweaters, click HERE.

STILL

These are making Ané happier than most other things, she should probably go read The Bell Jar now just to depress herself a bit:

Advice

When you are hungover in Stellenbosch you should probably have sushi for breakfast, then drive back to Cape Town and have tea/coffee in the suburbs and listen to 'Savage Night at the Opera' by Destroyer on repeat. "LIFE".

EDIT:  Here are the lyrics to this beaut

A savage night at the opera.
Another savage night at the club.
Let's face it, old souls like us are being born to die!
It's not a war till someone loses an eye!

Yes, I'm familiar with your scene.
Some would say, shockingly uptight.
21-gun salute to the Fallen Birds Of The Sky.
I heard their record, it's alright...
Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value...
Hey, Infinite Sense Of Value...
Hey, Mystic Prince Of The Purlieu At Night!
I heard your record, it's alright...

You'll never guess just what I've seen...
A horse abandoned midstream...
Quatrain etched on a dirtpile...
Quatrain etched, hey that's your style!

You'll never guess just where I've been...
A life abandoned midstream...
Quatrain etched on a turnstile...
Just set the loop and then go wild-
er...