I don’t want to pay an arm and a leg to cover my arm and leg

Disclaimer: I pray that this blog post is not misconstrued as me 'throwing shade at anyone'. It is merely based on an observation I had whilst scrolling through numerous modest dressing stores/designers on Instagram and the Internet as well as a conversation I had with some friends. I recently partook in a conversation regarding the … Continue reading I don’t want to pay an arm and a leg to cover my arm and leg

City Diaries: The Man with the Red Backpack

There is a hospital in Longmarket Street. It was renamed after Christiaan Barnard – the man who performed the world’s first heart transplant. Of course names can be deceiving. He had performed the transplant at a hospital kilometres away, named Groote Schuur. When I was born there (at Christiaan Barnaard, not Groote Schuur), it had … Continue reading City Diaries: The Man with the Red Backpack