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SA Partridge

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It was an odd weekend but a happy one.

Had a photo shoot on Saturday in the magnificent Roodebloem Studios in Woodstock with two fantastic photographers, Charl Fourie and Bianca Liebenberg. If you follow the link you can see what I mean when I say magnificent – Roodebloem is basically a refurbished church that has been hollowed out and converted into three separate studios. It s an unbelievable oasis of prettiness in the heart of Woodstock and it is such an amazing location for a photo shoot.

I don t know if anyone is familiar with the song Brave Sir Robin from the Monty Python Movie Quest for the Holy Grail but some of the lyrics go like this:

He was not at all afraid
To be killed in nasty ways.
Brave, brave, brave, brave Sir Robin.
He was not in the least bit scared
To be mashed into a pulp.
Or to have his eyes gouged out,

Well that pretty much sums up my first experience with a professional make up artist who applied eyeliner on the inside on my upper eyelid before coming at me with an eyelash crimper. I survived the make up artist and went on to meet some truly amazing people, even spying a male model’s bottom in the process (giggles)

Woodstock at night reminds me of the movie Shaun of the Dead. As soon as the sun goes down the dark, hunched shapes of the homeless begin lurching slowly down the street and then all of a sudden your wonderful Wintery afternoon turns into a very creepy, most definitely shivery don ‘t-want-to-hang-around-here-anymore nighttime.

We were all packed up and ready to go home but the make-up artist’s lift hadn’t yet arrived so we decided to wait too, huddling together on the street in one primped bundle. Time drew on and the darkness deepened and there we stood becoming more and more paranoid. Every street-person who came up to us tried to convince us that he was from Kenya even though he was addressing us in perfect Afrikaans. I had a male model hiding behind me like I was some kind of human shield who said he wasn’t going to forgive me if my cell phone (which kept ringing) got him killed. I didn’t quite know how to respond to that.

The lift eventually arrived in the form of a shining gold VW Combi and we were able to finally call it a night.

Sunday was of course too perfect to stay at home and write so I spent the day in Simonstown adventuring with my photographer friends from the day before taking in the sights and drinking Chai tea in wooden cups at the Tibetan Tea House, a favourite haunt of Gordon Smith, bless him.

Funnily enough, it was also my first experience meeting Just Nuisance.

It was the perfect day, in many respects and I hope that there are going to be more days like that in June.

One of the photos from the shoot, by Charl Fourie. (Bianca’s fairy tale-themed photographs still to come)



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