Words: Eleen Polson / Photos: Alexander Polson (unless otherwise stated) I remember a kind young dreadlocked man stepping closer, commenting on the perfect sunset with the perfect moon-rise on the other side. Many people were admiring the …More »
There they were all gyrating and jamming, marching and parading up Binnekring – all the while with their tits out. It was raucous. But that’s not the point really.More »