Category: Fotos
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Faces 005
He said: “I need you to shoot, but don’t kill me.” He was passing by, a man of considerable height, strongly-built like people in the Congo. “The original Congo!” he said, half-berating me for failing to distinguish between his Congo (Brazzaville) and Congo Kinshasa where they speak French with “a different accent.” “Ours is like […]
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Faces 004
Phiona Okumu. Words fail me, I dig this woman! This was taken on a trip to Kenya recently.
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Faces 003 – Draztik
This is Draztik, the owner of Unreleased Records/Publishing. Older heads may remember him from his days as part of the crew Cashless Society. He’s a big inspiration to me, for all he’s achieved and for what he’s yet to do. I first met him in 2009 while doing campus radio, and we’ve spoken a couple […]
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Bussing Through Innercity Jozi
I took the snapper along for a bus-ride through Harrison street in inner-city Johannesburg yesterday. These were some of the scenes it managed to capture.
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The Library
I got to hang out with an amazing bunch of producer friends about two weeks ago. Besides taking a few snaps, I managed to capture golden moments on film. One includes Sanhedrin getting uber-excited when someone (I forget who exactly) mentioned that they had a bunch of samples to give away. I even managed to […]
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Faces 002 – Will Rap For Food
Yesterday evening while working on a story, myself along with two other people were approached by a guy who offered to rap for us and asked that we donate whatever coins we may have, provided that we liked his raps. I had a camera with me and asked to film the process; he swiftly obliged. […]
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Faces 001
I might as well go off on a limp and make this a regular feature – a weekly/bi-weekly feature where I post up pictures which were snapped by me. The frequency shall be determined by picture availability. I was with a bunch of rapper/producers friends in Maseru yesterday at a place called Khubetsoana. These two […]
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Photographic moments
He asked me for a rand to buy a ciggie. I shrugged to indicate that I didn’t have it. Ten seconds later, after he’d crossed over to the other side of the road, I whistled out to him. As he turned around, I mustered up the courage to string sentences of broken Zulu together; “I’ll […]
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