My angel in white
Chrissy was in a shoot on the weekend, where the photographer wanted ‘white on white’.
Chrissy was in a shoot on the weekend, where the photographer wanted ‘white on white’.
... and it's right on our doorstep. [Thanks Grootbos for the cool link]
I used to party to “Smells Like Teen Spirit” at The Playground nightclub every weekend. Can’t believe it’s been 20 years. Poignant this. [Via Twitter and The Blaze]
Johnny has a knack of taking the songs that other people write and taking outright ownership of them, like this version of Depeche Mode’s ‘Personal Jesus’ (see also Nine Inch Nails ‘Hurt’).
With a voice as dark as night and lyrics straight out the black belly of hell, Johnny Cash has a knack of taking a simple story and embedding it in your brain.
Earlier this week I visited legendary business dude, public speaking-extraordinaire and good friend Rich Mulholland in Jozi in his new offices. I was thoroughly disappointed. No plastic pot plants. No waiting room with brown pleather seats. No muzak. No secretary with power suit to offer me instant coffee while I waited. Instead I had to bide my time up a tree-house; sliding down fireman's poles; firing in a shooting gallery and listening to Sepultura while eating Belgian waffles. I was so bored I even considered getting a free tattoo in Missing Link's in-house tattoo parlour. Check out www.missinglink.co.za.for more disruptive and creative goodness.