He was one of the founders of First Thursdays – the one responsible for those epic maps we should all have attached to our fridges.
As he spoke, you could tell that he was more than in love with what he was doing. I felt that warm thrill of inspiration fly up my spine.
Granted, it’s easier to say when the concept you started has completely taken off and you have a bit of perspective. But, nonetheless, it was good to know that they were also once confronted with that, “what am I even doing with my life?” feeling.
Wise words from a wise guy.
Gosh (yes, that’s his name) is the coffee barista at Flat Mountain Roasters and he’s been nominated by Cosmopolitan South Africa as one of South Africa’s Hottest Baristas. As you can tell from his words, he’s as great on the inside as he is outside. Do us a favour and head over here and vote for him by typing in “Gosh” under the candidate section. All votes appreciated.
We were flying around a sharp corner. That last part of Chapman’s Peak right where it turns into Hout Bay. It’s difficult to hear anything except adrenalin pumping through your veins at that point, but this one-liner from a passing cyclist stood out.
We hear it said all the time, “South Africa is one of the most beautiful places in the world.” And it’s true. But to really pack the punch, I think next time I hear it I’ll be following up with this one-liner, “Yup, this is God’s country.”
We were cramped up in the kitchen at work – where I overhear a plethora of conversations on a daily basis. Surprisingly this is the first one I’ve actually documented. Probably because it perfectly articulated what I’ve been feeling of late. How is it that work does this to you? Or is it just a case of getting older? Either way, I’m determined not to let it be a permanent thing. Life’s too short for that.
He was a little man named Noor and the tour guide at District Six Museum. We arrived early on a Sunday morning, only to find that our tour hadn’t actually been booked. Graciously, he still took the time to talk to us. A man with many memories, you could see the impact of Apartheid in his eyes. His grandfather had thirty children and four wives, all born from the same house on what was then Caledon Road in District Six. Despite owning twenty-nine other houses in the area, the family has yet to be recompensed with one, forty-six years later.
The optimism took me by surprise – especially that it came from a Developer (generally known for their pessimism towards the industry). After working in an agency for two years now, I have found that a lot of people spend their days complaining about how tough it is and how “we should all just go client side”. But hearing these words in the office reignited that deep part of me that believes that advertising has powerful potential for good. Hopefully it did the same for you.
Can’t decide if this is an example of white privilege or just plain ignorance. Either way, it’s not right.
– Stompie courtesy of Sarah Hotz, whilst waiting in the queue for Origin.