It’s the new normal here on my plague balcony of privilege (feat. Mr Crumb).

Bra Zeb. Judah’s Square, Knysna. 2002?

Household objects. I believe my dad bought these mugs in Johannesburg in the 1960s. Lieberman apparently. They’re objectively the best coffee mugs. Thick sides retain heat, and modest volume means that it’s still hot when you get to the bottom. I have two and I love them. My folks actually bought some more - very similar - in the ’90s or early 2000s because they were still making them. I’ve been thinking about capitalism’s gears starting to really grind. Consumerism is really bonkers. Many things that are sold everyday last for generations and don’t need replacement. At some point this century, the global population is going to begin falling. And if the game isn’t up by then, it will be after.

The couch is getting crowded with different kinds of stuff to practise. I’m tempted to bring down a fourth for some rockabilly stuff I’m working on too.

Amazingly sharp and contrasty folding binoculars from the 1980s. Posting so that @furiousgreencloud can prove her claims.

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@kanesnaps and me in 1997. I knew how to use the self-timer. Unfortunately I didn’t know how aperture and depth-of-field corresponded in those days. This was influenced - without the technical ability to pull it off - by the famous Mick Rock photoshoot of Syd Barrett (I was obsessed with Syd Barrett) with his purple and orange striped floorboards. I should be very clear that the weed smoking Bob Marley poster belonged to my flatmate thank-you-very-much. I, of course, had a Bill Brandt print up in my room #pretentious . ...

Skitten has made the rocking chair by the bedroom window its own perfect bed. It even uses my old Tanzanian blanket as a pillow.

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