Advertising glory days

Amazeballs

Look at the kind of stuff they got away with back in the day

I love old school advertising... discrimination and all...

So wrong, so right

Localise This...

A friend and colleague - the beautiful and talented Nkgabiseng - had a little vent moment and drew me a picture which she posted on her blog  www.lanoirlane.blogspot.com 

Part of her frustration is how we - specifically the advertising industry, but not exclusively - try to localise already Eurocentric elements. Yes, this is partly true and I keep asking - where is our African identity? What is our essence? Who are we?

Someone said "You can tell the mindset of a nation by the advertising you see" - What then is South Africa saying about itself?

Here's the picture:

"Anyhow here's my point, I drew this for Akona ( http://www.akmosaic.blogspot.com/ ) simply because she's a constant reminder of African authenticity. That's all."

I love it! Thanks Gabilanoir

Mel's annual 25th

I've missed every single one of Melanie's birthday's ever since we met through Smirnoff Experience. Of course, this is not how friend's treat each other, so situation remedied. I could make the *very valid* excuse that we were either not in the same country or same city, but I'll just leave that whole story behind

On Friday, darling Mel had her annual 25th #GrownAndSexy - the last one in a club - and I made my way to Hush to celebrate with my friend.

It was fun, it was entertaining, it was good. I think fun was had by all.

Obviously, because it's Queen Hypress, there were loads of people there - but here are pics with just some of my favourite people. 

Sunshine and Cupcakes

Yesterday I was very down and of course I took to twitter to express this blah mood

A friend, @Wfismer asked what could be done, to which I responded 'send me sunshine and cupcakes....

And he did!

How sweet?!? Made me smile through the darkness

S(he) Be(lie)ve(d)

Love this...

He lied. She believed
Thanks Zwelethu

Quiet beauty...

SOURCE

Inspiration mind map...

Have a great day

My doepelganger...

Who is this woman?... My twin I say. Except she's hotter and skinnier and and and...

Hello Friday...

Return to innocence lost

RETURN TO INNOCENT LOST - THE ROOTS feat. Ursula Rucker

Muffled sound of fist on flesh
Blows to chest
No breath
Air gasps
You ain't nothing but white trash, bitch!
With each hit, each kick, each...broken rib
Crack, Crack!
Bones are crying
Mommy's crying and bleeding
And pleading
And then...
Daddy wants to fuck
Dick hard, swelled with power rush
And as if all that wasn't enough
Mommy's seven months heavy with birth
As...Daddy grunts and cursed drunk nothings in her bloodied ear

(singing softly)
First...lullaby
First...Son...will...ever...hear
And never forget

Mommy almost bled to death when she have him...finally
She'd already lost...three
Uterus-bruised, shredded, and weak
From being daily beat
And Friday nights were the worse and...
Daddy never came with flowers
Instead he spent hours at some corner spot
With some bar pop named Cookie
Putting his thing down
Soiling Mommy's sheets with...
Sweet...talk shit,
Cookie's cheap lipstick,
Hair grease, sperm, and jezebel juice

To hell with the good news that...
He was a father for the first time
His thirst for wine and women
Clouded his vision...
No warm welcome for mother and son
Just...
The rank smell of ass-crack, funk, and cum
But Mommy's prayerful strength-her best defense
She...burned the dirty linens
Made a fresh bed
Laid sleeping First Son down
And never made a sound
As she purged her scourge
With birth-blood and quiet tears
Watching as her fears and love and sacrifice
Lie there in his soft skin and new life
Breathing, dreaming, fresh from God's eye
Mommy's little survivor
Like...her

Mommy called crazy and scorned
'Cuz she two more born
One boy soon after
The girl much later and...
Although they were both sung the same lullabies of hate
Her...First Son, the first one
Whose...womb-world was profaned
Came of age playing street games
With Stewie, Rezzie, and Little Brother

'Till his heart start to wither
In pain and shame
Blamed Mom for the wrong she let Daddy do to her
And him...
Let...sins of the Father cause his Innocence to wander
Found honour amongst thieves
Chose to squander his dreams
Stopped believing in himself
Become prodigal with his life
Make impossible shit right with...
Gang-ties, crime, lies
Erase wise, woeful words of Mother
Replaced them with absurdities of others
Who had also lost their way

Played a different kind of street game now
First Son plunged deep
Speak street-family vows
Espouse no causes but his own
See, he couldn't protect Mommy's neck from Daddy's grasp
Or...protect Mommy's ass from Daddy's wrath
Couldn't shield her ears from...
Daddy's foul-mouthed, liquor-breath jeers
His only defense-served be confidence
Brown bottles housed his swift descent
Phones called cops on block frequent for his shenanigans
Now...Daddy and him twins in addiction
Driven to false-hearted heavens and friends
By liquefied demons
Had become what he despised from Conception 'til End
Destined for a demise
Survived nine lives of staying high
Conning, jewelry-pawning, arrests, theft
Womanizing...only for money, never for sex
Bullet in chest, baseball bat to the head
Left for dead
So, eyes wide and glassy
Speech...slowed and slurred
Lips twitched with caked-up codeine candy
And mouth corners one December 24th
Mr. Hide and False Friend
Took final ride to suburban supplier
Shots were fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss...
Hit...Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son blood-born
Lying alone in blood on cold floor

Death was the cost of...
Returning to Innocence Lost...

Baby 'Sis awake for dawn on Christmas morn
To Mommy's sobs and shakes
Daddy's silhouettes of regret
All past, omitted, and absolved by lost
As they clung to each other
Knowing...

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