The Tree4Hope survived the mud at The Secret Garden Party & we have never known such an abundance of beautiful hopes. Everyone should experience the secrets of the garden!
We met Tico by the Epupa Falls in Namibia. He told us that his necklace is made of shells from the ocean. He began wearing it when his father died. It is traditional that a year after a father’s death, the siblings will have a ceremony to remember their dad and then they will remove their necklaces.
It is unfortunate that their way of life has been tainted by tourism but we couldn’t help admiring these debonair young dudes’ fusion of western sportswear and traditional Himba gear.
Natural selection through the ages has carved the Himbas impressive physiques and allows them to pull off rather daring ensembles.
In Purros we visited Himba women whose fine jewellery made of metal, bone and skin would not look out of place strutting down an Alexander McQueen runway.
This shop owner in Sesfontein is from the Herero tribe whose most valued commodity is cattle. Herero women wear Victorian style full length dresses with hats made from rolled cloth that represent the horns of a cow.
Our slick, diamante-studded guide called Salmon at the Petrified Forest in Namibia.
This shop owner in Sesfontein is from the Herero tribe whose most valued commodity is cattle. Herero women wear Victorian style full length dresses with hats made from rolled cloth that represent the horns of a cow. Namibia.
Bow Wow being mobbed by some ghetto groupies in Windhoek. It’s a dogs life.
Radioactive rollers at Mel G’s kitsch salon in Luderitz, Namibia.
Good things come to those who bait. All we need now is seven loaves. Tofo, Mozambique.
Cool cat, Raymond, from Grahamstown, South Africa’s style essentials include: a jaunty berry, gold aviators and a compulsory tooth pick.
Vivienne Westwood? Alexander McQueen? No this blanket is the traditional dress of Lesotho and depending on it’s pattern and quality, tells of its wearer’s status in the community.
We met four year old, Lanikai, at J Bay Super Tubes beach, South Africa. Her name means ‘heavenly ocean’ in Hawaiin and she put this natty ensemble together herself.
Layers of stripes at Harbour Heights.
Frighteningly smooth bouncer at Cape to Cuba in Kalk Bay.
Klimt like combinations the morning after the night before.
Back from church in dramatic shoulder pads and all over geometric orange.
Don’t care, but do stare.
Who says flowers can’t grow by the sea?