The beginning of this year is a blur. I was in the game reserve, heard about an imminent lockdown, had to make a few quick and insane decisions, then found myself at home with my son back from Cape Town, locked in and up, walking … Continue reading The most unusual year
I live in the city. When I travel to rural parts of South Africa, I’m always fascinated by the vibrancy, colours, huts, hawkers, street stylists and street markets. I love the women carrying wares on their heads and babies on their backs, the men roasting … Continue reading Pics, privacy and poverty porn.