In the heart of every young boy is a love for explosions, sharp objects and danger. I went through your typical fixation with all things deadly. Well... if you call vertical hills on a BMX, throwing ninja stars into rabid and vicious trees and crafting spears from fallen branches deadly, then I was your regular dare-devil. There was however, that one kid in the group that was by far the alpha boy. He was the one who'd hit the same hill standing on a skateboard, request the ninja star to be thrown at him and bet he could hit the neighbours dog with his newly hewn assegai. That kid was awesome. That kid was our own Evel Knievel. Images courtesy of houseofevel. For those who don't know who this guy is. He was the Elvis of Danger and he even had a pinball game made about him...c'mon how cool is that?
One of my favourite things about the internet, besides Facebook stalking, is the ability it has to dish up gems like this...straight outta nowhere. Now based in Australia, fellow-saffa Rudi De Wet has some fantastic and highly enviable skills. Discovered here via afroklectic.
Work has picked up the last few days and consequently blogging has taken a backseat. I have however been online...posting about my finds however, has not been possible. While I sit designing away, every now and then I wish I could pop out to a spot like this above. As much as I love getting out of the suburbs/city, sometimes a step outside to sit in the sun and just breathe is as good as a weekend away...okay I lie, but the thought of having a spot like this satisfies my need for my own spot for a short period of time. This spot's in Brooklyn, New York. Discovered on the truly inspiring eighthourday blog via ffffound.
Sunday was Father's Day. My Dad was on my mind the whole day. He was such a great guy. He was kind, funny and always had time for me. I started gathering items that he'd given me over the years and others that he left behind. Above is a collection of certain things that remind me of who he was.
1. An old toiletry bag he used to use on his travels. For manly goods...shaving cream, razor, flick-knife. 2. A camera he bought in1975 in Mauritius. Pentax Asahi. My grandparents were born there, but I've never been...yet. Hopefully going next year for Mom's 60th. 3. A Leatherman he received as a gift a few years ago. 4. He taught me how to play chess. Don't think I ever beat him. 5. His army jacket. I'm over 6ft so the sleeves are on the short side. 6. His Bible. He grew up Catholic. He taught me well. 7. A traditional French card game called Nain Jaune. We spent hours playing this as kids. It dates back to the 1600's. 8. His wedding tie. A thin little number. Hope to rock it one day soon. 9. He ran the Comrades Marathon twice. One up and one down, and vowed he would only ever drive to Pietermaritzburg again. 10. A torch that reminds me of one of the last fishing trips to Ixopo. We got stuck in the mud at night in a deep valley and had to be towed out by kind locals. 11. He loved anything old and interesting. These are two copies of The London Illustrated News from 1913 and 1936. 12. A slingshot/kettie he bought. He grew up on a farm and always had the craziest stories to tell. 13. The last watch he owned. Nothing fancy...just aTimex. 14. This and a Mazawatee Tea tin remind me of all the weekends he'd spend in his garage, tinkering with his antiques and collectibles.
If you're into bikes and you prefer hand crafted items over mass produced goods, then you'll love this love story of a bike and a sewing machine. Spanish brand peSeta produced a special series of limited edition bicycle caps for the New Museum of New York City.
I remember being a kid and spending hours with a calligraphy set I got as a present the one year, meticulously crafting each line, each ascender and each descender. I reckon I got pretty good at it too. I can't seem to find that book, but I did recently rediscover this lettering book that belonged my grandfather on my mother's side. I can't remember whn this was given to me and I don't own too much of either of my grandfather's stuff, so this is a keepsake for me. It feels that if I own something that was his, I have a little more than a memory of a man I wish I'd gotten to know a little better.
Don't it always seem to go, that you don't know what you've got, till it's gone - Joni Mitchell
"In an age where everything revolves around digital and being instant, it’s refreshing to see someone who has mastered their craft, taking time and pride in using their hands."
It reminded me of the video above. UpThere is a documentary featuring the work of the dying trade of large-scale hand painted advertising and the people trying to keep it alive. There's something in me that swells with a sense of pride for these guys. It must be so rewarding to see your work at that scale and have thousands of people viewing it, yet knowing that it was all done by hand must be even more rewarding. View the site for the video for more information by clicking here.
My favourite meal of the day is breakfast...by a long shot. Dinner's great, but to come up with a really great breakfast seems somehow more of a challenge. Personally, I tend to lean towards the standard two toasts, muesli and yoghurt routine. If I'm in a hurry it's just the two toasts...peanut butter and jam. It's driving me nuts. It's my favourite meal of the day after all. So I have every intention of buying ramekins... ( yes that's something used in the kitchen...No, I don't yet know quite what they are ) and whipping up these recipes as found on live and enliven but originally posted on what katie ate. I cannot however record this event, as I'm bound to seem freakish when I go on for way to long about the subtle texture of a cheese or the nuances of choosing basil over chives...like I'm doing right now. Weirdo...so this morning I'm settling for a breakfast in pita.
Victor the signwriter's story here on studiobotes. Now here's some really great local talent. Both of them actually.
Jennifer Young's story and pictures of the Aloha Sunday Supply Co. on her blog iartu. Browse the rest of her blog. It's amazing!
This branding for Fast Eddies Barber Shop by Richard Arthur Stewart on Behance. Minimal...but beautifully executed.
If you're a local or you're going to be in Durban over the next while, make sure to check out this exhibition. Our Lives of Deckadence is an exhibition of skate culture, with the show featuring customised skate decks, photography and film. Brought to you by Verb and Revolution the opening at Gallery 415 is on the 17th of June at 18:30. R20 entrance gets you a free drink and raffle entry for a photographic print ( opening night only). Some of my crazy talented mates are taking part so it's sure to be a winner show. Check out the Facebook page here.
When considering what to post, I'm often confronted with the choice of whether I post something people would like to see or do I post something I think is blogworthy. I have to go with what I feel is blogworthy or my blog would begin to look like everyone other blog. It's easy for it to get like that these days as well, with so many great blogs and ideas out there. So here's my Monday morning post. I think it's important to be aware of how fortunate some of us are. That's not to assume that poverty equals unhappiness but poverty is a major issue worldwide. One which we can't ignore.
These photos above were taken by photographer James Mollison. Asked to shoot a project on the rights of children James found himself considering his childhood and his bedroom. These portraits are a result of his travels. Order the book here on chrisboot.com. Thanks to Tamah for the link. Found via visualnews.com.
Australian Cory White aka Mr. Blanc has a knack for story-telling. His pictures allow a glimpse into the lives of old friends and new friends alike. Mr. Blanc is a part time project for this talented professional photographer. His images are rich, moody and quite frankly...fantastic. In the images above he visits artist/surfer/mate Darren Henderson. If you like Backyard Bill or The Selby you'll really dig his stuff . See more of his stories here. All images via http://mrblanc.com/