Shoes to die for

Ever noticed how unbelievably hard it is to look chic when it’s freezing outside? Last night I resisted the temptation to bundle up in an unflattering tracksuit and threw on a blazer and scarf to attend The Shoe Affair at the Edgars in Melrose Arch. A for effort.

As it happened, I needn’t have worried about the cold as the massive flagship store was hub of excitement and energy that warmed up the place faster than an incinerator. Why? Because all of the fashionable people came out to celebrate international shoe brands like bebe, Nina Roche, Aldo, Badgley Mischka and L.A.M.B. by Gwen Stefani to name a few, becoming available at that Edgars.
Sure, a pair of some of the adored shoes costs about as much as my rent, which is where an Edgars card comes in handy. (I’ve resisted thus far but eyeing out a pair of shearling-trimmed ankle boots from Gwen’s line has me reconsidering).

Edgars has however sweetened the deal for those customers who purchase shoes from the designer labels in the form of giveaways and vouchers as well as luxury foot treatments from the likes of Molton Brown, Crabtree & Evelyn, Clarins and more over the next five weeks.
What I loved, even more than the shoes (may Carrie Bradshaw strike me down), were the dramatic photos taken by 10 local photographers who worked with stylists to illustrate the concept of a shoe affair. This is the part where I boast that many of the talented snappers have shot for CLEO and deserve a shout out. Congrats to Pieter Vosloo, Warren van Rensburg, Fiona Royds and Ross Garrett for capturing some of the beautiful images that were auctioned off last night to benefit the SOS Children’s Villages.

Many of the guests also donated their ‘pre-owned’ heels to Jo-Ann Strauss’s The Princess Project which helps girls who can’t afford to drop loads of cash on their Matric dance outfits, feel like Cinderella for a night. The collection point lingers on so be sure to drop off any evening shoes you no longer wear. I think that’s what they call fashion with feeling …

Hello Cape Town, gimme some sugar

This time last week I was enjoying the surprisingly warm Cape Town weather, wearing far too many layers and feeling incredibly insecure about reeking of Jo’burg. Nevertheless, I embraced the fact that I was out of the office and getting to spend time with colleagues I’ve only spoken to over the phone. There to do ‘business’, I soon realised the flaw in my plan.

Friday meetings are always touch and go, even more so in Cape Town when the sun is shining. With one no show and one cancellation I still made two meetings, one of which was at a hip bistro in town called Hemelhuijs (meaning ‘house of joy’ in Dutch).

Despite the black walls, the small space was light and airy thanks to lots of glass and clever lighting. The brainchild of ‘food artist’ Jacques Erasmus, it manages to be cosy and cool at the same time. Even the reindeer mounted on the wall seemed happy to be there. Lunch was potato wedges and slow cooked lamb pie with coriander yoghurt served in a bowl – tricky to eat but delicious all the same. Then jasmine tea, served in a charcoal tea pot, designed by Jacques himself and on sale for a small fortune as part of his crockery collection.

If you haven’t already, book yourself a table on 021 418 2042 or find Hemelhuijs at 71 Waterkant Street, Cape Town.

Later that afternoon I was dropped at the Protea Fire & Ice! Hotel and given the keys to the executive suite. Bigger than my flat, it had an open plan kitchenette/dining room/lounge with stairs leading up to the bedroom a.k.a. my idea of heaven. A large inviting bed faced a flat screen TV with a spacious shower off to the left which, I later learnt had a great view of the television so the only time I missed a moment of the several flicks I watched on the M-Net Movie channels was when I got shampoo in my eyes.

Figuring I should be at least pretend to be social, I got dressed, dried my hair and dug around my bag for a smack of lipgloss and bravely made my way to the hotel bar for one of their famous milkshakes. Sitting alone with the newspaper I ordered the peppermint crisp variety and pretended to be foreign and worldly. The slurping probably gave me away but the shake was so delicious I didn’t care.

Check in at the corner of New Church & Victoria Street, Tamboerskloof or call them at 021 488 2555.

Saturday I stumbled across what has to be my new favourite store The Wellness Warehouse on Kloof Street. It’s probably a good thing they don’t have any branches in Jozi because two hours later I was still there, filling my basket with all kinds of detoxing teas, eco-friendly kitchen wipes, essential oils and incense. They sell everything from natural and organic beauty products and candles to wheat free food stuffs and vegan dog treats. They also house the WellCafè where you can order all kinds of healthy treats.

Check out Wellnesswarehouse.com to get a better idea of what I’m going on about.

 

After spending the rest of the day at the V&A Waterfront it was time to investigate the Bombay Bicycle Club – the restaurant, not the band. It sits at the top of Kloof Street and is hard to miss. A big twinking ‘SKLOLLYWOOD’ sign adorns the roof while a colourful little caravan sits outside, selling mad accessories and props. The offspring of Madam Zingara, the restaurant appears to be an old house with kooky kitsch décor that immediately made my heart burst with happiness. After the charming hostess Jo, who came with a British accent, angel wings and long furry tail, led us to a table upstairs, our waitress – a beautiful girl with translucent skin and a red pout named Amy, suddenly appeared and the rest if the evening followed in similarly magical vein. We dined on Kataifi Prawns served with an apricot sweet chili dressing, beef fillet medallions drenched in a rich chili chocolate sauce and a decadent Malva pudding. Afterwards Jo conjured up two flutes of Patrón − the perfect end to a perfect evening.

Check out TheBombay.co.za , call them on 021 423 6805 or pop by 158 Kloof Street, Gardens.

 
Thanks for having me Cape Town. Let’s do it again sometime.
xoxo

Revenge of the nerds

Natalie Pool

Hi, my name is Natalie and I’m a TV addict. Name an obscure episode of a random show and I’ve probably seen it. Twice. My Friends boxset is the most valuable thing I own and I’ve worked my way through all ten seasons – including extras and bloopers, at least four times. When most people are out clubbing, I’m at Look & Listen looking for series on sale. Take2.co.za is my preferred porn site and where I’ve spent hours trawling for discounts, special offers and imported series. Some might see this as a problem but I like to think of it as my passion – like horse riding, painting or poker.

This year alone I have worked my way through 30 Rock, How I Met Your Mother, Chuck, Scrubs (for the third time), The IT Crowd, Mad Men, Glee and Modern Family to name a few. I often have to stop myself from talking about the characters as real people lest my friends stage an intervention. And I’ve had many a dream where I walk the halls of Seattle Grace as a member of Grey’s Anatomy or am the next long lost sibling in Brothers & Sisters.
Lately I’ve found myself drawn to the geeky guys (gee, what a shocker) so thought I’d share some of my most lovable TV nerds with you (if you know of any others, please let me know so I can add to my addiction).

Chuck Bartowski from Chuck
A member of The Nerd Herd by day and a super spy by night, Chuck (Zach Levi) has all the Clark Kent/Superman qualities a girl is looking for: floppy brown hair, a big heart and the love of a shoe named Converse.

Ross from Friends
Everyone’s favourite paleontologist has his whiny moments but by the end of the series Ross (David Schwimmer) has found a haircut that suits him (and doesn’t require bucket-loads of gel) and has manned up enough to fight for the one he loves. And what girl doesn’t want that?

Roy & Moss from the IT Crowd
My love for the IT guys (Chris O'Dowd and Richard Ayoade)of Reynholm Industries doesn’t stem from any kind of lust but rather from the fact that I’ve known guys just like them and the fact that they’re so terminally uncool actually makes them awesome. Thanks to them, geek-speak slogan tees, Dungeons and Dragons and bumper stickers are back in the game.

JD from Scrubs
Not a lot of guys would be so open about their love of Appletinis, onsie pajamas and a best bal named Brown Bear (a.k.a. Turk) but John Dorian (Zach Braff) is in touch with his sensitive side which makes for a great doctor and bestie (as for a boyfriend, he’d probably drive us insane).

George Michael from Arrested Development
Going through puberty is hard enough. Doing it when you share the name of singer who gained fame for being in Wham! and bathroom cubicles is even harder. Add that to being a part of America’s most dysfunctional family and in love with his cousin, George Michael (Michael Cera) is so nerdy he’ll probably grow up to be the smart, rich guy who gets all the girls.

Patrónise me

One of the greatest perks of working at CLEO is all the fabulous invites that pop up in my inbox. The sad and somewhat embarrassing truth is that I sometimes feel too tired/fat/ugly/frumpy to RSVP ‘yes’ so I’ve learnt to be selective in what I attend – not to appear snobby but to rather make sure I represent feeling at the top of my game (or at least somewhere in the middle of my game).

Events I know I’ll always enjoy are Patrón parties so when our PR pal Toolz (aka Brand Ambassadors’ Thulane Hadebe) invited me to the launch of Patrón Silver I knew I’d be there. It was a who’s who of fabulous people and despite taking over an hour to get ready, I immediately felt yucky when I saw Poppy Ntshongwana, Bonang Matheba and Pixie Bennett all looking tiny and camera ready at the rambling Houghton estate. Unfortunately I couldn’t hate them as they were all friendly when Pippa and I launched ourselves at them to get pics for our July Fashion Stakeout.

Guest spilled out onto the lawn, while sipping on Patrón Silver, mixed with Appletiser (a Patróniser if you will), champagne and later, cranberry juice, served from ice bars dotted around the venue. As a premium vodka, Patrón has an image to uphold and the VIP treatment and breathtaking view of the Jozi night lights did just that. That said, there was nothing pretentious about the party and I got to hang out with some really awesome people I’ve only met through email.

Later, I negotiated my way around the swimming pool decorated with floating water lilies to the checkered dance floor to watch Flash Republic. Tamara Dey’s leopard print jumpsuit may have been dubious and the power only tripped twice but no one cared. Her voice is even better live and the band played all their hits and more while we bobbed along happily in the warm night air.





Afterwards we took a trip up a narrow staircase to get to the roof of the mansion for a 360 degree view of the city everyone should experience once in their lifetime. Leaving the party on a high note with a cute mini bottle of Patrón Silver in hand, it was short golf cart ride back to my car and reality. Thanks to Pippa Alcock for being my wingwoman and Grant Difford for taking all the pretty pics.

A festival of rams.

It’s been a week since Jo’burg’s RAMfest which is the time needed to recover and process the 12 hours spent in the searing sun with friends, drinking vodka and Red Bull, eating Chip Stix and watching band after band − pretty much my idea of the perfect day out.
The weather was good to us (almost too good as evidenced by the red necks and noses the day after) and Riversands gets two thumbs up as a venue close enough to civilization to get cell phone reception but just far enough into the middle of nowhere to avoid noise complaints.

Here’s the good, the bad and the ugly of RAMfest 2011:

THE GOOD
The festival was world class in terms of organisation. I never spent longer than a minute in a queue for food and drinks, the “bathrooms” were clean almost until the end (which as anyone who regularly attends these kind of events knows, is an impressive feat) and the everything ran on time.


Props to the organisers, stage hands and sound engineers for an unbelievable platform that lit up like a spaceship once the sun went down. Without sounds like a hippy, it felt like we were part of something special when it became dark enough to appreciate the structure and sound which echoed through the estate. Even surrounded by hundreds of people, there was something very intimate about singing along to international bands we thought no one else knew about. Having already spent a week in South Africa, both Alkaline Trio and Funeral for a Friend seemed at home on our soil and their sets were fun, casual and a dream come true for those still sober and strong enough to enter the mosh pit.

THE BAD
There’s not a lot I can honestly complain about so let me take a moment to be overly critical. The line-up remains a mystery to me. I felt ashamed that a unique and acclaimed band like the BLK JKS who fill venues overseas, were given the dismal first slot of 11am when only a handful of people were there. Yes, their sound is unlike anything you’ve heard before and therefore not commercial enough to get a lot of radio play but watching them in action gave me goosebumps.

Too bad most people were still asleep at home during their set. There were also a couple of bands on the line-up (I won’t mention names for fear of being pelted with rotten fruit by die-hard fans) who don’t appear to have done anything new in the last couple of years. I completely understand their appeal to band-aids who’ve been with them since the beginning (Lord knows I’ve spent much of 20s watching the same bands sing the same songs) but with so many new and exciting acts out there, I have to wonder why they made the list.

THE UGLY
Die Antwoord. Before you reach for the rotten fruit again, hear me out. Putting them in “the ugly” section is a compliment and no doubt what they’re going for. I’ll be the first to admit that I was keen to see them again. I originally stumbled across them at Oppikoppi two years ago just before they hit the mainstream and assumed someone had slipped something special into by brandy and Coke.

Now armed with some insight and info about Yo-Landi, Ninja and DJ Hi-Tek, I was curious to check them out with fresh eyes. And I’m none the wiser. In fact, I get the distinct impression they are having a good laugh at our expense. They are probably just as surprised as anyone that they’ve been able to take this zef act as far as they have and can’t believe they’ve managed to sucker so many people into paying for CDs and concert tickets. In what may very well be the most successful art school project ever, Watkins Tudor Jones and his better half Yolandi Visser have immersed themselves into their crass characters, getting nice normal people to sing along to their degrading lyrics and making a fortune. It’s genius and I applaud them for it but it doesn’t mean I want to see them again.

So, what do you do?

I love Fridays, especially those that fall after another successful deadline. Yesterday we sent our April issue to the printers with only the usual glitches. Nothing tastes as good as a collective CLEO sigh of relief feels.

People often ask me what magazine editor does and I usually laugh them off with something like: “wear Prada and drink champagne”. The truth us that even I don’t always know what I’m doing but let me explain as best I can.

Sometimes it feels like I’m living in a parallel universe because we plan so far in advance and I’m often working on three issues at the same time. This week we looked into our crystal ball and planned our June issue, while signing off the April issue and getting started on May (all of which are going to be fabulous by the way). My head is spinning. I can’t decide whether I should be wearing shorts or coats, whether Roxette is hot or not and if letting your roots show is a hair do or a hair don’t.

We discuss features, fashion and beauty while deciding how things are going to look, sound and feel. We plan photo shoots, interviews and competitions all the while trying to keep costs down and quality on the up and up.

Once a month, I sit down with our advertising team to discuss upcoming issues and ad opportunities in the magazine. I’ve often read reader complains of certain mags having too many adverts and not enough content and while I agree that content comes first, people don’t always understand that it’s the advertising that pays for the magazine and without it, we wouldn’t be able to sell CLEO for a mere R19.95. Good advertising isn’t a compromise. It should be something that offers a service, gives value to the readers and makes them think: “I’m so glad someone told me about that sale/sunscreen/cell phone special”. When I was younger I used to pour over beautiful ads for perfume or jeans, cut them out and save them somewhere to inspire myself on bad hair days, fat days and down-in-the-dumps days (don’t tell anyone but I still do this).

I’m also constantly in touch with readers on Facebook and Twitter. I honestly do want to know what you’re up to, what you like about the mag and what you want to see more of. It breaks my heart when people complain about not receiving their subscriptions or prizes and while it’s not always under our control we do try to sort it out, I promise.

We listen to everything you say, even if it’s that you want your granny to be on our cover. While I’m sure she’s as lovely as you say, deciding on our cover every month is not something we take lightly. It’s taken me a long time to realise you can’t please everyone but I’ll be damned if I give up trying. So please don’t stop sending through your suggestions for cover girls. Just don’t be sad if we don’t pick you, Oprah or Courtney Love.
Now for the most unglamorous part of my job: sorting through emails! I get hundreds every day and honestly, not all of them I reply to. There are the mails from PRs wanting to get their clients in the mag (some are perfect for us, some are for tile grouting services), sometimes they want us to publish pictures of glitzy, celebrity event we weren’t invited to (um, no) and sometimes they want our features lists (why they think we would give away our bread and butter I don’t know).

Then there are the many, many intern requests. We can only accommodate so many people and often only for a few days at a time. I know how invaluable work experience is (I myself spent a day at People magazine a million years ago and now I share an office with them) so here are some “don’ts” for those who do send us requests. Don’t cc other magazines on your email, don’t confuse us for another magazine, don’t forget to use spell check (especially if you want to be a writer), don’t send your autobiography (if your cover letter is too long I’m probably not going to get to the end), don’t get your mom to phone or email on your behalf, and don’t harass my brilliant PA and office godsend Melissa if you haven’t heard from us. Of course there are moments of Prada and champagne, goody bags and rock stars but mostly it’s lots of hard work, brain storming and coffee-drinking. And I wouldn’t trade it for the world.

Dance, dance

It’s been an awesome couple of weeks for music lovers in SA. There was Rammstein (my ears are still blocked but my eyebrows are thankfully intact), N*E*R*D, Faithless and of course U2 – all of which proved that South Africans are more than willing to part with their hard-earned cash for an hour or two of live music, pyrotechnics and showmanship.

Tickets for RAMfest, happening next month in Durban, Cape Town and Jozi, are selling like hotcakes, which also goes to show that bands don’t need to be commercial radio favourites to pull the crowds. Like Rammstein, RAMfest’s international acts Funeral for a Friend and Alkaline Trio are relatively underground bands here but have a strong enough fan base that people will be singing along to their tunes, moshing in the pits and head banging to the guitar solos. (As for me, I’m looking forward to cutting a rug to the happily morbid Alkaline Trio.) On the flipside, it’s equally heartwarming that local musos Die Antwoord, Zebra and Giraffe and Van Koke Kartel are successful enough to sell tickets all by themselves.

Speaking of local bands worth watching, Saturday evening saw me at Town Hall in Newtown for Dance, You’re on Fire’s launch of their debut album Secret Chiefs. If you haven’t heard their tunes Boxes of Tigers, Little War and Blockade on the radio I can only encourage you to come out from under that rock you’ve been calling home and put on your dancing shoes.
The Jozi foursome has concocted an infectious blend of pop, punk and indie tunes reminiscent of Fall Out Boy. Frontman Tom Manners shows off vocals Patrick Stump would be proud of while embodying the swagger of Pete Wentz (yes, the ladies love him and his very tight skinny jeans).

For every catchy tune, the guys had one that sounded pretty much the same, which made for a nice opportunity to refill our plastic cups and make a break for the bathroom. All in all, it was good night out. Special mention’s got to go to Tht Grl DJ whose excellent taste in tunes got the crowd fired up for the band. (Her alter ego Roxanne Maritz appears in our May Music issue as a trend setter on the music scene so watch out for her.) Brotherly DJ duo Double Adapter also hit the decks after the band for their aggressive electro beats and visual explosions which I would have loved if I was five years younger and three drinks drunker. Unfortunately I was neither so I waved to the metro cops as I made my way home for 2am tea and Chuck on DVD.