There are numerous people I could blame for my surprise Playboy magazine debut: The supple-moralled photographer at the festival where nothing was as it seemed, the influence of my fellow exhibitionists or even the butt-naked old man next to me in the photo wearing nothing but trippy-ass body paint. (If there was a culprit behind all of this I’ve decided it would definitely be him), but then again, why would I blame anyone?More »
Sometimes it takes a little ignorance to create something amazing. In year two of our attendance at AfrikaBurn in 2008, we brought a camp from Durban called the AmaDeadly Disco Circus. For the circus, we made a DIY stretch tent. A big one. Being on a budget, we staged a fundraiser, and with the proceeds bought 120 metres of single jersey two-way stretch cotton. More »
In late April 2010 my life changed forever. I attended my first Burn. Having toyed with the idea of going to AfrikaBurn for a few years, I never realised what an impact it would have on me. Just 3 days in the Karoo desert and my entire outlook on life and people changed forever. I felt this warm fuzzy feeling in my gut and soul that didn’t disappear when I came back home, in fact it magnified.More »