One thing I love about living in Obs in Cape Town is that it’s full of artists, hippies, weirdoes and whack jobs. Often talented ones at that.
Living in its streets could mean naked chicks, mozzies or overfriendly barmen, often all at the same time. Any number of interesting fringe stuff happens in the bars and cafes and second hand book shops.
I might be a wee bit old for this suburb*, but it never fails to cheer me up. Wandering about this Sunday afternoon with my delicious lover, LB, recovering from a fab evening of drinks at my local, MUCH spoilage in the birthday present department, and a low key lunch with my mum, we spotted the following street art and posterage, which I share here for your enjoyment and edification….
The perils of graffiti statements; running out of wall space (doh!)
St. Chihuahua; patron of handbag multitasking everywhere
And while you’re down there….
P.S. Jesus drinks Jack….nice! I might reconsider this whole atheist thang.
I just love phat titties, don’t you?
It makes my heart all warm and fuzzy.
*It’s close to the University. It’s filled with bars and clubs on its high street. The wheel of karma has turned. Now I’m that woman leaning out the window at 3am screaming “shut the fuck up”. *sigh*
P.S. Could I have three tequila’s and a barfight for the birthday woman in furry slippers! Happy happy happy, Ms Fae. I hope it brings you everything you heart desires, <i>and</i> some extra manflesh thrown in, just for fun.