I fell in love with Smile and wave, a blog filled with pretty things and useful ideas.
Some of Rachel Denbow‘s photos and illustrations.
I love this style of photography, reminds me of memories I don’t have. Very inspiring blog, Morning light in my room.
I attended my first Oppikoppi this August, well; it was my very first music festival ever. I’m not comfortable in crowds and usually my friends struggle to get me out to a bar, the thought of 16 000 enthusiasts scared me witless. So much so that on Friday when everyone really started arriving, I didn’t want to leave our campsite at all. I ventured into the stage grounds on Saturday out of necessity; it’s where they kept the food. We didn’t have a good night’s sleep, I was moody and emotional. I clung to Willem’s arm and stared at the ground as we negotiated our way through hundreds of bodies. I was starting to regret the entire trip. We had to find a place to eat and I was feeling neurotic, maybe it was this tingle of panic that drove me up the koppie (large hill, or small mountain in English) in search of an isolated spot.
From here the entire festival looked different. I had risen above the dust cloud and saw the beauty of it all. Suddenly it didn’t feel so intimidating or threatening, it felt…like an unknown brother. The designer who came up with the concept for this year’s festival is a genius. It captured the entire spirit of the event.
So I started to explore with more confidence. And right behind me at the Red Bull stage on the other side of the koppie I found something that changed my life. I have never been a fan of electronic music, and ignored the entire genre. However, we decided to hang out at the electro stage, since it wasn’t as busy as the other stages and I was still finding my feet. Then Sibot took the stage and this happened:
I was hypnotized. The bodies in the audience became slaves to the music and moved in ways I’ve never seen before, they were fascinating! I walked away 4 hours later an evangelical electro convert; I couldn’t shut up about what I had experienced. I woke friends up to tell them all about it, I used every adjective imaginable. I started to look around at the people around me. They were freaks, absolutely, colourful insane hippies and extroverts who were not only endlessly amusing but incredibly sincere.
So I started taking photos, joining in and making conversation and before I knew it I was in the middle of a sea of people enjoying and loving the bands along with the beautiful lunatics. The best show I watched was Lark, an alternative South African band. I fell in love with the vocalist, Inge Beckman, a gorgeous woman with an epic voice. The worst show was Die Antwoord, creepy…and I’m sure they were very very high, too high to perform. The acts I regret missing most are Mr Cat and The Jackal (who apparently performed with huge puppets) and Double Adapter (another electro stage act that no one could stop talking about). I missed the main international act (Sum41) as well, but I don’t regret that at all; I was at Yesterday’s Pupil, an excellent local DJ.
Next to the main stage the clever designers put up some quotes on a huge banner, one of which was this extract by Yeats:
“The Seventeenth Coming”
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The dust-dimmed cloud is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned,
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity
But they try, Oh yes sir they do.
– Unknown, B. Yeats, 1920
So I ended up literally having the time of my life. It was something like Woodstock in Mad Max land. It’s dirty and dry, too hot during the day and too cold at night, filled with drunks and drugs, fuelled on laughter and love, and I can’t wait until next year.
Yesterday I shared some photos of my dearest friend just before her wedding. Today’s photos show the ceremony and the reception. We took a moment before where we spent some time with Mariska and when the cameras left we shared the quietest moment of the day.
The groom and his best men shared the same moment on the other side of the premises.
I’m a real daddy’s girl so this photo is one of my favorites, just before she enters the church with her father.
The couple tears up at the aisle. *sniffles*
I look so somber in all the photos, because I’m trying not to cry out loud!
They walked out of the church to a rain of feathers as Mr and Mrs Bakkers.
The entire wedding party after the ceremony.
The reception was beautiful, and the food even better! Their caked looked so pretty!
My date looked as handsome as ever and I really regret not taking more photos of the two of us that night. (We’re the gorgeous couple on your right.)
After the formal reception, there was a debaucherous after party, but by this time the photographer had retired for the night. (Thank goodness!) We all went to breakfast a little grayer the next day, but still loud with residual excitement from the day before. It was a truly magical weekend, I felt completely removed from reality, and on the way home I found myself singing loudly along with every soppy romantic ballad. It was a complete experience, and I would like to thank both Jaco and Mariska for sharing their day and their love with me. You two are the healthiest, happiest people I know, there is nothing you could not make a shining success of, and I am sure your marriage will be no different.
Tomorrow I will be posting the speech I tried to say at the wedding…