Justin McGee

Dont Mean To Be Rude by Spoek Mathambo

2010-12-27T17:54:00.000+02:00

Photos:Justin McGee

Shoot I did for Mahala with Jamal

2010-11-02T17:26:00.000+02:00

http://cut-my-i.blogspot.com/2010/11/mahala-1-fashion.html

Town Hall Massacre

2010-11-02T17:09:00.000+02:00

Spice and Sweat's place

2010-10-29T09:44:00.000+02:00

Site meeting for Halloween Party by Dogbox

2010-10-20T11:58:00.001+02:00

The Capitol Theatre in PTA is now a Parking Lot so fucked up.

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Dread Man roams PTA.

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Siya and Khaya

2010-10-19T10:31:00.000+02:00

New Friends for Sweat- Face and Pachanga at there night job!!!!

2010-10-05T13:34:00.000+02:00

The Frown - Eve and her servants

2010-09-22T11:59:00.001+02:00

Pissing on a dog box

2010-09-08T12:36:00.001+02:00

Jade and Spinx

2010-08-23T09:19:00.000+02:00

Darth Pachanga at Kitcherners

2010-08-16T21:48:00.000+02:00

Darth Pachanga and his security escourt camping out At Pachange Sweat Motel

2010-08-16T13:27:00.002+02:00

First Shots from Jam Rocks new project..coming soon

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Behind the scenes @ "In Space" shoot

2010-08-16T13:22:00.000+02:00

Big Space and Big Face chilling at PachangaSweat motel

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J.C Turpin!

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Tiro Moremi and friend

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The Spaza Shop Boys On Loveday

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http://www.reverbnation.com/spazashopboyz

Worshipping at Mt. Haezer

2010-07-29T10:29:00.000+02:00

Teletubbies live at the plastic waste dump now days.

2010-07-27T16:33:00.000+02:00

The 4 Negros and the Cracker Band!

2010-07-22T12:30:00.000+02:00

Birthday Boy at Kitcheners

2010-07-19T17:14:00.001+02:00

Big Space and Big Face are on fire look for updates here soon ... promo shot.

2010-07-15T09:36:00.000+02:00

Nike Gallery Finals Party

2010-07-13T12:16:00.001+02:00

BigFace and BigSpace

2010-07-13T11:48:00.000+02:00

okmalume.

2010-07-12T16:55:00.000+02:00

http://okmalume.blogspot.com/

one time lover , exceptionally talented and a BFF for life....Lani Spice

2010-06-25T10:56:00.002+02:00

Check this future star of photography and styling. Still only 21 and galavanting around the world check out her blog.

http://lanispice.blogspot.com/

Ramfest earlier this year...

2010-06-23T21:07:00.000+02:00

The naughty ones still sit in the back row.

2010-06-19T09:31:00.000+02:00

Fader vs Nike event in Soweto

2010-06-17T17:35:00.002+02:00

Dirty Parrafin

2010-06-14T11:07:00.003+02:00

http://www.thefader.com/tag/pitch-perfect/

Jack Parrow and Ok Malume for Dazed and Confused

2010-06-11T14:12:00.000+02:00

Dirty Secret Sale this Sunday..

2010-06-09T12:50:00.001+02:00

Vintage Sale this Sunday in ParkHurst , Jhb.

Hosted by Jamal and JR.

A small sample of what will be on offer.

Go check out there look book on this facebook page.

http://www.facebook.com/event.php?eid=130354260324666&ref=ts

"My Cyber Wife"

2010-06-09T10:40:00.001+02:00

End of the project dance!

2010-05-28T10:05:00.000+02:00

Old school "toys"

2010-05-28T09:49:00.000+02:00

"Lady" of the Tracks

2010-05-24T13:26:00.001+02:00

Testing out fashion videos.

2010-05-24T12:37:00.002+02:00

I have been thinking alot about film lately.These are stills from the fashion video that Jamal , model Elma and myself were experimenting with last weekend.

A Mexican , A German and a South African hanging out in Actonville.

2010-05-20T17:03:00.002+02:00

Through my 'Wife' and her dirty potty mouth she met Jerry and Alex who are over here doing a Documentary on certain characters in Jhb.I have offered my services to them when I can.I am really interested in the approach to making a Documentary. The way you approach the subjects and how you get them to be open up to you.I am basically like a third wheel taking pics but also giving them a different angle with the video feature on my camera.Which is is fun. Kinda like "unit two" which is cool . I can just film anything and maybe they will use it.Here are some snaps from the first day.

Garden signs in The Vale.

2010-05-20T16:48:00.002+02:00

Images that never mad the cut from a Vice Mag story.

2010-05-11T14:02:00.000+02:00

Team After Party

2010-05-11T13:59:00.000+02:00

Something I forgot from Sun City

2010-05-11T13:56:00.001+02:00

Nike vs Krunk (media launch)

2010-05-04T17:29:00.001+02:00

Krunk

Mome

"Scoop"

Tiko Modisa

Itumeleng Khune

Afternoon Delight with Mrs. Stein.

2010-04-29T20:52:00.000+02:00

SL Magazine - April 2010

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Bops and Tits!

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Shoot for Dazed and Confused with Jack Parrow

2010-04-15T20:49:00.000+02:00

Coolest girl In JHB

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The mission that went no where.

2010-04-13T08:09:00.000+02:00

It was while I was at Splashy that Eugene got what most would think was coming to him . I didn't have a great Splashy as I got something that I wasn't expecting but that story is more dead than Eugene.I was quite disappointed at not being in JHB for this incident. By the time I got back to JHB it was time for the funeral .While on the bus back to JHB I was having dreams of barbwire and stand-offs with the police and angry rock spiders chasing me through the streets of this dorp angred by my disrespectful shooting.I really wanted to make this funeral.I really wanted to cover a story that could be one of South Africa's biggest media storms of the year.I wanted to get video of the dead body cruising the main street surrounded by flags and khaki.Unfortunately being the broke bitch I am , I didn't have enough money for petrol to get there and back and every journalist was either working somewhere else or too worried to come with me.Eventually getting R200 from the awesome Louise Gambil I race to Venterdorp knowing the funeral has started but I was determined to get there and shoot some tension as I had heard of the Costu meeting in the same town just happened to be on the same day.Recipe for destruction?

Basically all my efforts were to no avail and I missed the funeral and the meeting.I arrived in Ventersdorp to a train of cars leaving the area .The weird thing is that not many of them seemed sad or upset all these khaki clothed whities seemed really happy and chilled not the angry supremacist's I was expecting and even the black cops seemed relaxed maybe I just blew it and missed the whole jol.Maybe I should have just stayed at home.Maybe I should have bought more money cause how am I am going to get home?

"Yo! ,You Justin McGee right?", I hear shouted from the black Land Rover that was snaking with the train of motor vehicles?
"Wanna a lift?"

Splashy Fen here I come.

2010-03-31T09:46:00.000+02:00

I have a crazy history with Splashy.I always go to0 overboard and I never get the photos I should.
Lets see if I get anything this year.I leave for Durban today but I only leave for Splashy on the Friday as I have a date with Leon Shuster on Thursday should be an interesting 5 days.

Brixton #2

2010-03-31T09:34:00.001+02:00

JAM did best today finding the perfect model for our shoot

2010-03-21T11:55:00.000+02:00

ADIDAS - feat DARTH and his trusty bitch TROOPER

2010-03-18T16:52:00.000+02:00

This was shot a couple weeks ago for the brand activation of the new Star Wars colab with Adidas.Murray - (http://m18j92t.blogspot.com ) and I had a blast ordering the Dark Lord and his bitch around for a couple hours.I originally thought we would be able to take the piss with Darth but the dude wearing the suit was adamant that he had to keep the integrity of the suit and keep with the mystique(but there suits were so restricting that we actually had to help Darth onto the couch like an octogenarian .. how's that for spoiling the mystique?)It was like he had gone to the Darth Academy, he had his poses and shit down.Neither Darth nor his Trooper could speak while interacting with the public.Only Darth had some sounds puffing out of his suit which basically seemed like he had some hands free device under his get-up fondling his intergalactic cock with that sexy heavy breathing syncing to the occasional theme song from the franchise that is Star Wars.When they did speak to us the Storm Trooper was actually a girl which I thought was awesome. I totally wanted to make out with the storm trooper . Can you imagine crazy sex with a girl storm trooper?Lasers flying all over the place , get some role play going on , I can dress up as Darth and borrow his light saber and get spanked by my Trooper. I think my safe word would have to be something like Martha Stewart.
Jeepers what a wave!

cut-my-i vs the fat trucker

2010-03-18T08:24:00.001+02:00

Jamal is just one of my many incredibly talented friends but he has to be up there with the maddest personal style.He goes out on his own tip constantly pushing his hard edge . What I dig about Jamal is that he brings it every day , constantly pushing other avenues , testing waters and peoples reactions but not looking to provoke he does it because he genuinely loves it and has the right temperament and attitude to pull off some of his ensembles .Check out his blog - http://cut-my-i.blogspot.com/.

Shoot day side moments

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Hitting the Piles

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Sourcing for shoot in China town

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I wish this bitch would stop writing on my cupboard.

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Sunday 14/03/10

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Marie will be my immediate future.

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Greenside Municapl Swimming Pool

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Friday night with Wrestlerish

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Snap shots - 1

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I love the bar at the Bus station

2010-03-12T14:26:00.001+02:00

ThornFest 2010 (which isnt any where near Nelspruit)

2010-02-04T12:22:00.000+02:00

Trying to be all cleaver for this festival I approached the incredible Taryn Vedder to let me set-up a photo booth of sorts back stage for all the bands. Nothing too crazy.Simply put just some fun portraits of the guys and girls we see on stage but mingling and having fun where the civilians cant venture.After the approval I tried to get even smarter. I decide to split up the booth into day and night studios hopefully trying to get two different types of portraits.Well lets just say the night studio stayed and all the poly boards that I drove nearly 100 km in the wrong direction trying to get to the festival got discarded behind some rigging equipment boxes which was totally pissing off the sound manager with the brazen wind that bashed the festival most nights and early mornings.

It must have been the soberest(but not completely ) I have been at a festival.I think I was trying to prevent another of those episodes where I miss place my camera in my disgusting state like at Rocking the Daisies(which is my only new years resolution,"DO NOT LOSE MY CAMERA THIS YEAR!"). Which on that occasion I left my camera next to some guy's tent which I apparently tried to urinate on(jeepers! I can be a chop).Luckily he saw me at the food court and informed me that he had handed it in.So that didn't happen this time which is why I think I left this festival chilled out and without the stress of having fucked myself except for the violent tan my big ass forehead received.Jeepers what a fucking brunting I received although I would be surprised if anyone escaped the barrage of sun we received on Fri and Sat.

The " StandFirm" stage where I had been deployed for the duration of the festival to do my thing as I do with no restrictions and no need to have to shoot the front of stage band action shots which I am neither good at or care to indulge myself in unless I am friends with the band.I try to give them my best but when you got great photographers like Jacqui Van Staden(jacquivs.blogspot.com) there shooting the business way better than I .... let the squires do there thing.

The Standfirm stage was the place . Best line-up and varied at that.Come now! With a line-up like the Hogs , the Death Vally Blues "family",Black Pimpin Jesus,the Meanstreets , Low Profile,GO GO Broncos and my personal favorite the Car Boot Vendors (http://www.myspace.com/thecarbootvendors).... it was a winner.The two other stages were belting out the same old drivel of metal from 11 am to 12pm but hey, what ever floats your boat.It basically just became like a radio show on repeat in the background as everything sounded the same to my more fun happy electronica conditioned ears.The only thing I really liked on the main stage was the staple FOKOF show.I have to admit I am one of those crap South African's that has very little grasp over any other language except the Queens but fuck I love checking Francois and the boys shake there agro little butts.

I didn't do a whole lot else at the festival but chill the fuck out ! It was rather pleasant watching the skaters and BMX'ers do there ridiculous stunts from my bed in the back of my Tazz panel van while sipping on a warm Black Label enjoying the last of the Styvie Reds.There was however a pool and a bull riding device and sumo wrestling suits to fuck around in and drown out the radio from over yonder.

So.I didn't break/sprain anything, I didn't loose anything, I got great pics and only one person left that festival hating me.Hi Marcus.

Check out the pics @

http://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=122436051373&ref=ts#!/group.php?v=photos&gid=122436051373

Its a DEEEEEENNNNIE shoot!

2009-08-04T19:15:00.001+02:00

Always late but always with the coolest thing to shoot!
Dino was one of the original Sunday Workshop Crew with a pinchet for the ugly!
He happened to be in Durban at the same time as I passed through so we did a shoot for shits and giggles!

City Bowl Kids getting personal at the Willowvale

2009-08-04T17:39:00.000+02:00

This shoot also didn't come easy.

The Willowvale is possibly my favorite venue in Durban besides "THE PUB".

We had shot there the day before .We had got what we needed but I wasn't convinced.
So we got the "CITY KIDS" back for my amusement and satisfaction and I finally got what I wanted.

If you see Kurt ask him about the three female condemns in the toilet bowl.

Pastels(The Coolest Kid in Durban) does KOOBINK!

2009-08-04T16:21:00.000+02:00

"Pastels" has been like a younger brother to me for about a year and half now and with all the people I get to meet there is know one who compares to "MatKingCole"!The kids' got skills on the graf and drawing front and is the most lucid personalty around!

KOOBINK(http://twitter.com/koobink/www.koobink.com)is my good friend Craig Parsons new design label/project.After some pre-prods(gentle conversations) and me missioning around the country for work,beeing allusive,lazy between bus rides and plane trips it was time to put the money where the mouth is so to speak!

The plan.
Call on two of Durbans most craziest/coolest sons.(Introducing Ed-Hardon and Pastels)and get them to preform for me like only they can.Man the shoot was hard. I was hung over from the last bus trip and as awkwardly good looking as Pastels is, he is a hard shoot.I actually broke a sweat on this shoot!

The kid is all over the place .Each move is a singularity . Dont even bother asking for a repeat because it is never going to be as good as the first time.The boy works on another plain.Its a magical sphere none like a fish bowl where everything is only now. No bullshit, no introspection , he probably cant even remember what he just did but that is what I love about "MatKingCole"!

Here are more samples of the Ads!

Creepy Steve and the art fag salute!

2009-07-29T16:24:00.000+02:00

I have been lucky to get on tour with the hottest Dj in Durban!

Creepy Steve as been touring for about month leading his trusty trawlers and art fags into oblivion .

This weekend was no exception with the Its Alive party the next stop although not playing the whole entourage was coming. They didn't make any friends but plenty of fans I have a feeling there trawling and sprawling circus will be gathering steam tonight at the winston.

The Jumble Rumble rocked but the bus ticket saved my life!

2009-07-29T15:12:00.000+02:00

The Jumble Rumble is market of clothes and art held by some of the coolest kids in Jhb that is held at the end of each month. This month its was at the nike gallery and Victims of Art where there representing our "vintage" clothes but mainly the big winners where the baseball jackets getting hugh respect and hype and even created a bidding war for the one.

With it being the 18 one day to my birthday and catching a bus home at ten p.m to get back to Durban for a birthday breakfast with the Big Cheese of the Mcgee clan of Morningside , I wanted to get as many portraits with the frame before I had to bail for Park Station.It was great checking out the kids and the styles and basically networking again and looking after the stand and I got some fantastic shots but it was time to get going.

Now I will have to admit I had been drinking maybe three beers and a glass of punch but i wasn't drunk I had even eaten some chilli poppers but one of JR's friends decided to come for the short mission to town from melville and totally jinxed the whole trip with his statement, "look JR I DONT WANT TO BE GETTING ARRESTED TONIGHT."

Not even two hundred meters from the station, I can see the entrance of the fucking place. I see the sirens first then i here the WEE-WAA -WEE-WAA. Holy shit. An instant cold sweet takes residence on my forhead. Now I have already been arrested for a D.U.I if i get put in the slammer A. i will be held in JHB central station with all the lovelies of our criminal underbelly B. I will not be collecting my bail as I will be going straight to jail do not collect R200.Get the lube ready and be strapped with ciggies.

It didnt help that they found a half full beer lying in the car.Shit was looking good.

After he confirmed that i was indeed lying about not having a drink the bus ticket came in to play iI even threw in the one about its my birthday in two hours. With the sad face rocking the party he gives me a stern warning and says "if you didnt have this ticket you would be fucked!"

Another close shave I wonder how long this can go on for before this all ends in tears!

Glo bitch Glo!

2009-07-29T14:48:00.000+02:00

Joburg is all about meet and greet and making sure your last shoot was a cracker!

After the shooting the vice party it seemed to get my name around town and people seem to be liking my party pics.

But today i was helping out OkmalumeKool Cat with a little project with the new Nikes that glo in the dark from the Nike Gallery in Mellville. We came up with shot list in twenty min did some tests and wham bang thank you maam we have a glo in the dark Stop motion. Thats why i Love my job ! You get there work out the problem and close the deal!

Look out for the the full edit soon!

The Stock must be bought!

2009-07-29T14:38:00.000+02:00

Missioned into town again to find stock for the Jumble Rumble with JR.

With the recesion in full swing but defintly evening out the second hand trade seems to be at all time high and baseball jackets and collage football jerseys seem to be in demand.

Its moving in time!( this was our room warming...hahaha)

2009-07-29T14:29:00.000+02:00

I evetually moved into my new spot.A tiny little room with a bathroom.Perfect for the next six months.

A little trek into the CBD for a side line project for my good friend Jamal.Who is working for a great magazine in London which has given him his own fanzine that they are printing for him.He wanted some authentic street photos .

I love this one.

3 Cities in 1 day.

2009-07-29T12:42:00.000+02:00

No one travelled more in South Africa than I did that day I left Cape Town.The orange bitch took off from Cape Town at half seven. A full hour and half later than I expected which meant the argument with the taxi driver and all the rushing was for nothing. Leave Cape Town - check! . The next part of the plan was for JR to pick up "Carrie" from the studio, come to the airport and drive straight to JHB. Even with all the pleading JR was late but BIG PAPPA saved the day. Because he who knows how much I hate being late which he knows I inherited from him.I may be a disaster at many things but late I am not. My worst is when people are late for shoots or just plain dont bother phoning ahead to say they will be late. Man that really fucks me off! So I met JR at my dads studio slightly peeved but I had predicted this but he was still late, you understand?. The car had already been packed for my official Great Trek to my new home on the flatlands but I had to get there first .We spent an hour in Durban making sure everything was sorted (and picking up JR's luggage from the workshop because he forgot it in the car in the mad rush-typical) and then we hit the road. Move to Joburg- Check!

Phone your mother to tell her you are moving to a new a city.

Toll booths,stopping for petrol , Hawaiian burgers and making it up van Reenians pass without getting blown over Check!

We got to JHB by half five/six .Not bad 1800+ km in one day.I was on such a travel high I was bragging about catching a train back to Cape Town and skipping the JHB Vice party so I could say I have gone full circle...what amuses my head .... basically what I wanted to say when chatting about this day to whomever feeling very special was that it was a day of planes trains and automobiles(what ever dude).The ego adrenaline fantasy faded after media check in as I had a job to do.

The Vice Mag launch at the Baxter theatre was rad but not what I expected.The music was crazy , the venue radicle but the crowd seemed a little light on what I suppose would be the social elite of the Joburg instead it seemed more jock with a smattering of cool and the only other thing that I thought was disappointing was that I thought it was going to be the full New Young Pony Club but ...... she was beautiful and played some fantastic tracks.I danced! I m not much of dancer and I was rocking the jol.Shaking my ass with Danni and Chris , B and beautiful Kim and the crazy Ed-Hardon! Most fun !

Oh ja i thought the magazine was a little bit lite too !

What a mission.What a party. Three cities, two commercials and one new young pony!

Off to Cape Town 6-10 july.

2009-07-28T15:57:00.000+02:00

I hate what happens to my ears when I fly .My ears quite literally cripple me to my knees and I break into a cold sweat when the plane decides to decend. The pressure builds up so much I just want to scream.If I was a spie and was kidnapped or found behind enemy lines and they wanted me to to get a hold of the digital microfilm all they would have to do to get me to spill the beans is keep me on a plane decending to the mountain till I freak out!

I filmed my first two commercials with Niceonesteve for a tools company. Not glam but the concepts are funny.I think they are on flighting on the Home network but we fucking cracked it.The rap party was small but late .I arrived home at 5 a.m and my key decided to say fuck you you can sleep outside.After half an hour of trying to scale the mountain-like walls I was going to have to wake up the notriously ruthless Lou. She had already shouted at me the day before thinking I was Partridge who was In Pretoria publishing a paper or something but she laid into me about some bone ..."where is my fucking bone", "I had been saving up for that bone"...the whole time this rampage was being hurled at me all I could think was,"where is the hound?"

I woke up to find the other roommates had gone off to lead there daily lives but I was stuck in my own personal saga like a drunk Rapunzel .I couldn't climb down and I could't climb out! In the backyard after failing at scampering the creeper attached to the wall I found a luck with a slanting roof that would get me to a meter from the top , the only thing was that there was some crazy electric fence. With all my cat skills of a big assed drunk bafoon I straddled the electric fence carefully and made my way to the neighbors roof which happened to be those flimsy corrugated rooves with a drop of 3 meters underneath it waiting for me to crash into. I scaled across back to the front of the building to where the road begins keeping to the edges. Unfortunately i was still too high but it was here where I found my navigators and biggest fans. These two chefs had been observing from across the road my slow progress and baffled at what this white bearded clearly still intoxicated dude was climbing around on rooves with his very flash trench coat.

There navigation came in the way of a game of charades as they where behind a hugh big window across the road.I get there drift . "Cross over three more house's, there will be a door for you to enter".It was during my mounting and dismounting of rooves that where as periless as the the great Rooves of Highbury set with fantastic moss and crazy cool mould trying to send me to my possible future paraplegic self.

While I was putting my life at risk once again for one more drink the chef's had called on the front of house and the whole back kitchen to observe "The fool on the Roof".After the fifth house I launched and landed in a construction site and entered the street through the red door of paradise to a silent chef applause from behind the glass.

I bowed and I was off to find that beer!

The July & Mr .Gunston 500

2009-07-28T15:40:00.001+02:00

These are two events I have become totally bored and jaded about.But I got to pay the bills and was commisioned to take some snaps.

The July - on the 4th.
I think the July has to be the most boring event you can attend.Pusedo-prom dresses and high heels in long grass.Sounds like some bad Scobby-Doo skit.I did see a few brilliantly made pieces from the female show for the design competion and the male designer that won gave a great pulvic salute to the audiance with his male modle but other than that I would rather wake up with me having urinated on myself sleeping on the side walk in Winderemere.

The Mr . Gunston 500- on the 5 th.
Firstly I refuse to call this event anything else but the Gunston 500. It has to many fond memories for me as a young bodyboarder grom sitting on the bank at Bay all day and in the evening sneaking around drinking beer under the peer at the night surfing to call it the MR....
Its moved to Balito an apprently hotly debated manover but even thou the final was as dull as a high school surfing comp held on a Friday afternoon the competition was hugh sucesses due to the hugh swell earlier in the week.The womans event was forfited and split between the remaining ladys and the mens where comparing it to Hawaii which I thinks is pretty narley! A strange thing to be excited about in the surfing world?If anybody knows anything the GUNSTON has a notroious bad luck when it comes to swell.I used to get so bumbed when the likes of Slater ,Sunny Garcis and co use to come here and the waves where mushy 2 foot with a howling N.E wind.It always seems to hit two weeks before and/or a week afterwards.

The most exciting thing I saw all day on that main beach on the North coast was the crocodile with a missing front paw that was on display.I was so desperate for action that I secretly hoped for a vicious attack on one of the young rock spiders still burying themselves in the sand this late into the holidays.Sadly I had to settle for beer sparying over the champiion who I havnt even heard of. Well done dude!

"Are you MR.Viljoen and MR . Swanapoel?"

2009-07-28T15:12:00.000+02:00

"Are you MR.Viljoen and MR . Swanapoel?"smiling through her seriously cracked lips of the blairy eyed middle aged white woman standing behind the Coca-Cola Confed cup media table.Not moments prior to this encounter with the baggy eyed hopefully paid volunteer woman, myself and Mr Swanapoel where running a mock around the foyer of this larney hotle that Miss . Dangerfield had directed us to.A little too swanky for my liking which is probally the reason for childish behavour that was about to happen.

I look back at "Mr . Swanapoel" and return a confedant"Yes", to the now young stunning black girl who was issuing us with V.I.P layanards and room keys . She did inquire that we where 45 minutes early . I would like to think my comment went something like ,"As it goes!".I will like to get this out of the way but I had been drinking all afternoon with Miss Dangerfield and later with my partner in crime "MR.Swanapoel".These crazy people at this fine establishment didnt even bother to check for ID or enquire about our luggage.How is that even possible thanks god they dont work at the airport.Two men walk in to hotle taking photos of each other in Silver booths and you get offered a room.Game on!V.I.P room here we come.

We now had forty minutes to whack this for everythings its worth and hopefully not get busted.
The V.I.P room was deserted except for some food which we sampled, charged a couple of rounds of tequila and beer at the "Sqaure bar" to our rooms. While all the minutes count off the paranoia and excitement sets off as we keep leaving our passes and room keys all over the place and every time they aproach us we think we are busted and they just keep giving us back the rooms keys. To the rooms we go .The holy grail for the evening.

Giggling our way to the lifts, we the naughty threesom make our way to 408 to trash the room like the little rockin rolla's we think we going to be.After ruffling up the bed with a little double bounce (very rock n roll huh?) there is a knock at the door.Everyone panics as the gig appears to be up.

So Miss Dangerfield and Mr Swanapoel hide out in the toilets.With what hopefully seemed like little regard I open the door smiling with my heart pumping as fast as if I had the best sex ever but thinking here we go dude another arrest , the second of the year and this time it wasnt for illegal possession of municiapl property.Nothing like a bit of fraud ,theft and destruction of property to prop up your already existing Drinking and driving charge.

Mr. Swanapoel had left his room key down at the bar. I just laughed. A third time they had delivered our keys to our dirty illegal hands. It was time to bail.A quick exit down the fire escape seemd appropiriate only to be locked at the ground floor. We where going out the front door in hail of gun fire as the real MR Swanapoel and Mr Viljoen are entering the foyer.

We enter the foyer from the back of the lobby and calmly wave back at the confed lady and the hotle staff ,"we will see you later! thanks for the help."

The day the trucks blew over.

2009-07-27T19:18:00.000+02:00

So I was off to JHB again for probably the 5th time in a month except I am the driver and it will be the maiden voyage for Carrie. Carrie has become my replacement car since the cops drove over my corsa bukkie( thats right they drove over my car while chasing some devilish thief... and they didn't even pay for the damages) two months ago.

The warning signs began shortly after PMB quite literally . The new electronic warning systems placed along our frantic freeways where blaring at me "Van Reenians pass is closed due to heavy wind " in crazy orange dot matrix printer font.My immediate thoughts where that this shit hadn't been updated from yesterday because nobody trusts those fucking boards especially in this country not our road service group any way.

About 50 km from the last steep climb to the plateau the line began. All I could think was what a fucking chop. The signs where there. In this twenty min hold up the rumours started to circle around the halted cars. Some older good looking woman was pacing through the the jam frantically phoning people. She had heard that 10 trucks had be blown over on the pass and we where stuck here till 10 p.m tonight. "FUCK!" , I remember thinking. After getting on the blower to the Papa McGee he trys to give me directions to take an alt route through the mountains.I abandoned his advice and waited it out. I wasn't turning back either which was his other piece of advice.This was unexceptble never retreat never go back....I cant handle the thought of driving all the way home to start the next day this isnt MT Everest here is it?The storm will pass and I will glide up my pass. This first hold up eventually passed and was attributed to a tiny Toyota (like mine) being blown off the road into a truck.

Speeding for the the toll before the pass starts to rise because more rumours where circling about only ten vehicles where allowed up at a time.This rumour proved to be false like the previous we had to endure with optimism . Four trucks had been blown over in the one spot but had now been cleared off to one side. Surrounded by only trucks we approached ground zero the place of action satisfaction. Moving slowly surrounded by 16 wheelers carrying Suburu 4x4's my imagination starts racing with possibilities of this red 4x4 being blown onto my Carrie mimicking the cops bizarre actions two months ago except with me in the car and this time I die. Not cool! This is about when I pissed off the cops for the first time by over taking about 16 trucks in a row I hear sirens hooting at me from my rear. I extend my hand out my window letting the violent wind fill my cock-pit and flip them a peace sign. The sirens stop.

My rise up this crazy hill was halted very promptly around the corner which happened to be the crash site. Brought to a snails pace I reached for the trusty camera and tried to shoot the carnage half way through getting the camera to my left eye the cops on the side of the road started beating the drum at me again. I smiled and passed with out snapping a pic . I thought fuck that.So I stuck the muzzle out of the window and pulled a few shots at the turned over carriages without looking.

The rest of the trip was quick and painless and windless.The only thing thats was entertaining was trying to get into JHB because I had only ever driven into JHB myself once and that was on the 26 of Dec 2008 to drop my ex - girl at the airport on her way to find the world and we got lost that time but somehow my inner GPS got me to the CBD and out of all places I know how to navigate JHB CBD due to JR.

Yay I found Troon st.

"Hi my name is Arielle! Did you just piss on my wall?"

31 May 2009 Bus-Setters Go Home..or do they.

2009-06-04T14:10:00.000+02:00

We where supposed to go home on sat the 30 of May but both Jr and I had extreme hangovers and Jr hadn't got a bag for his stock yet so we postponed to trip to sunday 11 am. As much fun as we have had and fell in love with the town we needed to head home. For some solitude and our own beds.

So we arrive at the Park Station at 1 pm to buy a tickets but I notice the station is has lot more activity than usual.We had never booked in advance for any of the last few trips and I had feeling this was going to be the end of our luck and I was right 2 pm bus sold out. With Dan having left already and feeling bad about asking him to come back we booked our 10 pm bus tickets and battled with the idea of waiting here for the next 8 hours. I wanted to book a room at the Formula 1 Inn but JR was having none of it . His second sever hangover in as many days has taken the wind out of his adventurous sails .

2 o'clock bus

So against my will I gave into the Hungover Ass 1 and we caught a taxi back to Killarney.

JR slept the whole time while I watched shit T.V and getting increasingly frustrated with waiting.

I hate waiting it drives me insane. 9 o'clock arrives the taxi is here and we say our good byes AGAIN!.On the way down I inquire about the tickets. JR seems to have lost them.

How I don't know but these things happen. We eventually convince the ticket lady with charm and ID books we are what we say we are.She scribbles on a piece of paper and gives us the holder that normally has the ticket stapled inside.At check-in time I reliese the dude is same from last time hopefully he will remember us (although he might really remember us for flirting with his lady and stealing there chocolate eggs) and doesnt give us shit.

He checks us out and laughs.He doesnt even worry about JR's over weight luggage.

Good Bye JHB till next time.

10 o'clock bus

29 May 2009 Shoot # 4 and Shoot #5

2009-06-04T13:59:00.000+02:00

I would like to take this moment to thank the kids at Killarney Wilds 604 for letting me use there house for the shoot and letting me squat on your couch for the last two and half weeks and especially Dan for picking us up at 5 am from Park Station.

A fashion story I tested on Dan and Jr and a sample of the Drag queen story I covered with Kim Garner at Sulsa.

27 May 2009 The day my new best friend arrived- I love you Canon!

2009-06-04T13:56:00.000+02:00

24 May 2009 "...come to Soweto for a drink and bmx fun"

2009-06-04T13:25:00.000+02:00

The plan was for Jr and myself to cruise the zoo. His plan was to eat five ice-creams and puke on someone. Unfortunately for him I got another offer and he was hung-over. The other offer came from a friend who I had only really met once at Oppikoppie. Tyne was then working for Red Bull and she had got word of Red Bull event happening at the abandoned nuclear power station in Soweto. This place was massive. At first I couldn't make it to the roof section cause i didnt have credentials but after finding some fellow photographers from Durbs (Tyron and Jimmy) I hustled my way up with Tyrone.I am not much of sports photographer so much of what I shot was more of the building and novel crowd shots but i did get the only shot of the biggest mishap and nearly tragic event. One of the riders who I had noticed had been ripping it up took a wrong turn from the next level up and landed on the wrong ramp. When it happened I was like"fuck thats hectic!" but I thought these guys fall all the time but it wasn't till all the other competitors starting scrambling did I relies how not cool this was.He got up pretty quickly but had broken his ankle.

23 May 2009 Sl shoot in New Town.

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Between shots I came across these cool looking Drama class that where attending a workshop across the way from me and lured them over for an impromptu street shoot.

22 May 2009 -Gun Fights and Miracles in JHB Town!

2009-06-04T12:57:00.000+02:00

BANG! as I log on to Addictbook.com on my cell.I look left still clutching my glass bottle still one sip away from backwash.I hear again rapidly, "BANG! BANG! BANG!". out of the corner of my right eye a guy hustling pirate Nollywood dvds has dropped to the ground discarding the disk in evasive action.I glance at JR still in the shop buying stoke for MAMA."BANG!" I didnt even budge.My stoney ginger beer still waiting to give back me my gob.A mild flutter/stutter happens at the corner to my right and people stumble from around the corner where the shots have apparently been released from. I look up passed the vendours to my right selling the usual knock off PSL soccer jerseys and above these vedours is a Somali gentleman know more than 33 standing on the balcony of this pink art deco building pointing down beyond my corner with his other hand pressed up against his forehead.

BANG! and then nothing.The same guy who was flaunting those now scattered disks is retrieving his now sprayed disk pattern that seems to have lightened up the pavement that seems to have sprouted vedours so much that they seem like growths on the ceiling and on you right and left.When our eyes eventually meet after retrieving his plastic crystals of light I must have hada panicked but intrigued look on my face because as he spoke either to me or himself he uttered the words " those fucking taxis". i pull my arm to my mouth to retrieve the now one minute fermented stoney and gob and everything is back to normal.I look again up for the Somali like a a phantom witness to the jfk assassination back on that balcony with the best view of this action but there are now two

Somalis

having what seems a chat about totally arb actions like ,"did you pay the electricity & is the store on Sieek st stocked ?","i have sent Sadeek to pay the bill on Small St & Gladys has Sieek St covered",says the second Somalie

I had only been in Jhb city center for half an hour & i got a fireworks display of the adventurous criminal kind.

20 May 2009 Sl shoot #2 "Testing one , two , three . Yo Chief could you turn that light up"

2009-06-04T12:43:00.000+02:00

Behind every good photographer there is an Ass 1. JR is mine . But he is more that. He is Stylist/Choreographer/fellow bus setter/navigator and possibly soon to be T.V presenter oh ja and he has some mad clothing stock for his store right check him out.

18 May 2009- Bus setter # 3

2009-06-04T12:35:00.000+02:00

"Park station takes us home and welcomes us back with red eyes and uncomfortable backs!",

the red eye gang

16 May 2009 - Bus-Setter #2 Photography saved my sanity.

2009-06-04T12:06:00.000+02:00

The 2 o'clock bus ride back to Durban to pick up my new cameras was hideous.

The driver seemed so wasted as he swerved all over the road creating images in my head of the bus turning over on my side with the 100 kg big mama sitting across the way from me landing on my head and killing me if I survived the initial accident. Let's not talk about the annoying kid three rows back singing , "choo-choo goes the train" over and over and over for 45 min. I just felt like shouting "its a fucking bus you half pint bitch!" and then she started crying about 2 hours before that and the mother wasn't having any part in controlling her ....... I was screaming blue murder in my head. Before that was the guy directly behind me an engineer from Sasol on his way home to a christening chatting to who his paster who later decide to sing over his Ipod in the most horrific tone " you are all in my head .I am stuck on you...." at first amusing but after twenty minutes it just got plane infuriating .... to calm down I started shooting from the window at the peaceful clouds. They aren't even really sharp but it drowned out the experience I was having to endure.

15 May 2009 - This Monkeys Gone to Heaven

2009-06-04T11:57:00.001+02:00

Cruising New Josie I found this curious alien-like aircraft sitting in the emergency lane as I was about to hit the freeway .At first I just drove past amazed at what I was checking just parked in the yellow line in the middle of know where.A little nervous I drove on only to hit the freeway looking for the nearest exit to double back and go claim a few shots of this craft .So many ideas where passing through my head. What could this contraption could be for ? Some new form of gorilla advertising? , were there more in other locations in the city?, was it some form a band promotion? because the whole vessel seemed to be covered in c.d.'s twinkling in the cold winter sunshine, maybe an installation of sorts....fuck what is it?

After doubling back I pull up the off ramp hoping praying that the vessel hasn't flown back to outer-space. Yay its there. Veer off into the yellow line ready to attack this subject with my camera. It was shrine of disks, string, plastic pearls ,ribbons and intwined these curious figures that seem to be trapped by this monkeys web of beautiful rubbish. Aliens ....woooohooo!

After a couple seconds the real pilot of this ship jumped from the bush like a yeti . We chatted for a couple of minutes and found out that they were not aliens of the extra terrestrial kind but rather from Botswana and he had been on the streets for the last 5 years decorating his trolly as a hobby. It made me think of the Rickshaw rides in Durban. Imagine getting a ride in this contraption through Melville at 10 pm on a saturday night.

14 May 2009- Sl Boys shoot

2009-06-04T11:29:00.001+02:00

Bus-Setter #1 back to Josie - 12 May 2009

2009-06-04T11:07:00.000+02:00

Brilliantly camp and outrageously skinny with The Magic of Pegasus @ Burn

2009-05-06T09:10:00.000+02:00

The "end of a summer jol"

2009-05-03T13:27:00.000+02:00

Winter is here . Yay!

I love winter... no sweating , min mozzies and you can actually get dressed up!

This summer hasn't be the best by any means for me but things are looking up!

Happy Winter!

Luca is my own personal Jesus!

2009-05-03T10:34:00.001+02:00

Last nights bombing with Opt!

2009-05-03T09:40:00.000+02:00

King Kole and Star-rocks!

2009-04-30T13:43:00.000+02:00

50's greaser !

2009-04-30T13:08:00.000+02:00

...more Liam Magner

2009-04-30T12:47:00.000+02:00

These where shot last week for Liam's new one man show about a sausage maker/Dj who battles aliens with his LP's....going to be mental go check it soon!