Art, alcohol and
SO off Shwa went to Rosebank, Jozi, to catch a shuttle to Soweto, where Bombay Sapphire was staging an Imagination Room activation. The venue was the old Panyaza butchery and chisa nyama in Rockville, and the guests were meant to feel edgy for being ekasi at night. Oh, the Jozi bourgeois and their forced hipster ways! But before Shwa even made it to the famous township, she had to contend with blinding rain, and thunder and lightning so loud and bright, it felt like an announcement for Thor’s descent to Earth from Asgaard.
It didn’t help that there weren’t enough shuttles and yours truly and a few others were left to huddle under a concrete awning for almost two hours waiting for the next vehicle round. Thank goodness the organisers had the sense to set up a mobile bar serving cocktails. And what luck that the cops didn’t come through to accuse us of public drinking.
When we did get there, one of the first people Shwa bumped into was the everpresent Maps Maponyane talking animatedly to fashion blogger Mahlatse James and PR practitioner Neo Motala. It was the most alive yours truly had seen him this year.
Fundudzi’s Craig Jacobs was popular. If not holding court among the fawning fans, he had TV cameras and microphones shoved in his face. See what happens when the celebrity pool shrinks? It must have been those pyjamas disguised as vintage pants he wore. He said they were Dolce & Gabbana *cough*.
At least fellow designer Thula Sindi took a moment to look at the art in the pop-up gallery.
Blue was the colour of choice. Amanda Du Pont was a vision in pastel blue while Leigh Hofmeyr, who looks after the Bombay Sapphire brand, looked gorgeous in a cobalt Fundudzi rouged dress. She made sure guests’ hands always held a glass, tumbler or jam jar of her tipple. And the ginsoaked ice lollies were too awesome!
Weza Solange, who is on some channel or another, was also there looking fashionable in a printed halterneck onesie. Shwa finds her utterly boring, though, so opted to walk around the gallery admiring the art.
The smell of fish had Shwa’s nose twitching. Turned out to be a performance art piece of a couple swimming in pilchards inside a rubber pool. Apparently, it was social commentary. Isn’t it always? Yawn!