when you cry.

Wayched an interview on kyknet and it was between some well known afrikaans interviewer and mandela's right hand woman who does all his pr and late night talks with him over a glass of milk. The interviewer asked her what I think is an interesting thought (in afrikaans ofcourse). "When you cry, do you cry alone?"

tammy needs a home

New instalment: it's called "tammy needs a home". Began the adventurous but somewhat tedious task of digs searching. Saw a place in obs yesterday. "No, no, no this simply won't do" cried pinkbirdy as we walked through the jungle of a garden. "No, no, no this simply won't do" cried tammy as she saw that the only way to get to the toilet was through the kitchen.we'll keep looking.

young activist.

a little kid in my hood made these and put them in all the post boxes. I think it's pretty damn great! It reads " We are polluting our earth more and more. If we do not stop the earth will die!"

Reminds me of the wavescape poster that read "If our oceans die, will our tears still be salty?"

I'm voting this little kid in for president. Heck ya!

stumble, stumble, stumble

i stumble upon some fantastic things sometimes.

saw this couple on Muizenberg beach yesterday.

she's done it again.

half life by Imogen heap off her new album "ellipse". I like it, like, alot.

yummy!

The home of waffles and pancakes in kalk bay. yes please! sit at the window and look at the lights of the harbour while you munch on some pancakes and drink some tea. ridiculously well priced and really simple but homely place. our waitress was as sweet as maple syrup.

new additions

I've been promised a signed Kronk...hmm...still waiting.

"do you mind me telling you all of this"

I'm sorry if I zone out while you tell me about how crappy your job is, what you went through as a child, the problems that you're having with your dad, what that guy you have a crush said or didn't say, what your colleagues at work do that annoys you, how you think he's losing too much weight, what you think about the friday night market at the old biscuit mill. How you didn't get that promotion, how you didn't get that job, how you've spread a rumour and now have to face the consequences, when you apologise for giving me the wrong ice cream, how someone forgot your birthday, how you forgot your dads birthday, how your train was late, how the clothes don't fit you, about how you think we should sell cake, about how your rent money was stolen.
About how you need to listen to someone elses voice except your own.

miskien

It's a play and it's beyond amazing! It's playing at the intimate theatre in orange street, but only till saturday. Performance is at 8:30 and tickets are R70 but less if you're a student. The most moving piece of theatre I have ever seen! " Miskien is about the spaces between people, and what we do, what we don't do, what we say, and what we keep to ourselves when we want to fill them"

I've had a week.

my week..oi vey. so I wrote a brief description because that's what I do. thy week thy name is emotion!

2 birds with 6 bullets. “you can’t talk to me like that” said the man with the dreadlocks, 10 years my senior. Aangename kenis. a name in size 9 font- the amount of energy that was expendid has gone to waste. “babe, I’m trying to not lose my good mood”. Do you understand the implications and seriousness of spreading a malicious rumour like that? Metrofail’s some of the time. “I never meant to let you down”.
I know I shouldn’t feel sorry for you but I did as well when Lindy was ill. She should have been here for this, she would have liked to have been here. “I’m weak with a stake in my heart”. “What exactly are you doing with your life right now?” My standard and yard stick is Jesus. “I realised that by me saying yes that we would grow old together which would mean that one of us would die first while the other one would have to watch.” Picking white daisies out of a bath. We really do prefer you when you aren’t sober. “I’m gonna have to write down all my stories on this serviette so I don’t forget”. No, we are not the same, I am an Angolan in this country trying to make a life for myself. I told him he played very well and he thanked me even though he couldn’t see my face or the one of the other girl standing beside me. Ja, you don’t really strike me as a smoker. “I’m starting to wonder about that myself”. He was just emotionless, I could have cried or done anything and he would just stared at me blankly. “That man laying up there, is he alive? ”Had a 45 minute conversation with him around this same time last year and now we pass each other every morning in silence. "I just feel as though you've been neglecting me" He held out the cup as she sang “we are here saviour, we are here”. Oh, besides Tammy, don't worry though, you'll be next...I have a feeling". You have been loved by someone good.

Breathe.

111 Long Street

Wowser! There is a new clothing boutique/ food cafe in Long Street called Miyabi kitchen. Gee- wil- i- kers it's cool! Best artisan coffee I have ever tasted and the strawberry juice isn't bad either! And the staff is so friendly...aaah, that's nice to see hey!

I heart revolution

Only gonna be on for 1 night in cinemas around Cape Town on 18 November. Check. it. out.

society

been severly dissapointd by society for a bit after reality gave me a MASSIVE slap in the face. Then today on the train I watched as a lady remembered something funny while she sat in silence. I smiled to myself as I watched her grin get wider.

curious...very curious.

a friend and I did this ad for 9 degrees animation studio in like June last year. it went in some magazine.



today she sent me this image of an ad that's recently been done. it's also for some or other creative studio...



hmmm, yes, I thought they looked pretty similar too.

tammy, can i kiss you on your cheek?

keep stumbeling across rad things to blog about. but alas i have no time because i've been spending most of my time with a kid named finley who uses the bangles on my wrists to learn the colours of the rainbow.

Wayfarers

I'm a big fan of wayfarers. however, I dislike the see through clear non prescription lense wayfarers, so much so that i'm blogging about it and whenever I see a trendy kid wearing them, I want to rip them off of his/her face and jump up and down on them until they become tiny little shards of scratched plastic. just because you're wearing them doesn't automatically turn you into the prince or princess of cool. perhaps this opinion will change. perhaps not.

Jess and Al

Took some photos that lead me to a line of ee cummings "I like my body when it is with your body"


Her hand on his


Her leg and his chest and arm


His shoulder, her hip

poetry and rhymes.

went for an interview. for a job at an agency that will not be named. it rhymes with ling and lons. Creative director who will not be named...rhymes with Lodger Saulcer told me that I'm odd. twice. and told me that my writing is too much like poetry and that no one would ever read it and that he got bored while reading it. he is a ...rhymes with masswhole.
I left with my head held very high and a new career path in mind.

Paul Weinberg

So a new exhibition opened at the Kalk bay Modern today. Paul Weinbergs "Here and there". Beautiful awe inspiring stuff! Well worth a look, or go to his website and have a gander http://www.paulweinberg.co.za/





I absolutely adore this one. bleak I could only find a blurry picture though.

Perks of getting older

How rad is it when people get you exactly what you want for your birthday! My latest additions.

Ollie and Quentin

Got grown up decisions to make. i dislike decisions very much. been stressed about it so i pulled out an Ollie and Quentin comic to chill out- I used to tear them out of the newspaper at my college last year- an elusive girl named Luci used to crap on me a lot for doing this. in fact I once asked her if she had any bread rolls (evidently she worked in the canteen) and she replied with "yes actually, we have none on display but we keep a secret storage of them in the back just for people like you". hmmm.

this isn't my stress reliever comic but its still an Ollie and Quentin. its pretty funny...har har.

haven't done this in a while.

mainly because i capped our internet in the middle of the month and because life has been a bit of a rollercoaster...things like broken camera's (oh my gaaaaaaash!). but have my photos for sale on the happy place creation website http://www.ahappyplacecreation.co.za/calling-all-creatives/the-artwork-for-sale-buy-buy-buy/
they look all pretty here and stuff.

My latest additions

Stood and waited while 2009 series was unpacked and then chose them. unrapped them with owner earl at my side who provided fantastic sound effects after every silver rapper was torn open.

What do you mean why?

Saw a boy that I went to junior school with the other night. He’s really clever- was on the chess team and a librarian. We chatted for a while and then he said “Ja, I’ve got this job interview tomorrow but ag, I don’t really want the job. I mean it pays REALLY well, something like R24 000 but I don’t really want it. I’m just gonna go and be like whatever.” I told him how arrogant he sounds. He laughed and asked why. He gave me a valentine once. I never gave him one back.

Tammy one. Arrogant genius zero.

calling all creatives

my stuff up at calling all creatives. there for a month. go spend some pocket money.

i'm ready!

aint love grand!

I really don't do much all day but at the same time fill my time by making stuff. been making a lot of stuff from chalk boards to birdie mobile thingy mabobits. but this so far is my favourite. made custard cream cookies for three very important couples in my life. my mum and pops- was their 30 year wedding anniversary on monday. My dearest and oldest friend, lauren and kyle- celebrated their 1 year anniversary on saturday. and finally my bro and his girlfriend kris- cause they've stuck together through unsurmountable odds and deserve some damn cookies!

happy snapper.

Exhibiting some of my photographs here this thursday. I hope they dont write photographer next to my name- this makes me want to stand in a dark corner with a brown paper bag over my head...with two eye holes to see of course.

Nicholas Twickler.

Caught the train today for the first time in oh i dunno, 6 months. interesting people included a little old lady who told me that she would pay two pennies for a train ticket to wynberg and then use her third penny to buy sweets that she would eat while walking home. the most interesting person though was Nicholas Twickler.

Things you can tell about Nicholas Twickler just by looking at him:
He goes to SACS. His mom doesnt like him to lose his stuff- this is why "Nicholas Twickler" was written all over his tog bag. Is writing exams at the moment. Catches the Simons Town/ Fish Hoek Train. Wears Grasshopper school shoes. Probably plays rugby cause he's all stocky and stuff and has sausage rugby playing fingers. He also carries a pen in his top blazer pocket.

So Nicky boy got on at Newlands and then a pretty girl from Cedar House got on at Kenilworth. For Nicholas Twickler it was love at first sight. She sat down next to me and was the kind of girl who wears rings on every finger and ugg boots. long blonde hair and reading a book that contained words like bisexuality and cocaine. Nicky boy couldnt keep his eyes off of her. every third second of his train ride was filled with glances at her out of the corner of his eye. But then HE walked in and Nicholas's eyes no longer looked at ugg boot girl, but rather they looked at her "boy" friend up and down. Nicholas listened to her talk to the "boy" friend so intently though, watching her as she spoke from accross the train. shame it was sweet. then boy "friend" got off and Nick said to his friend (who was also from Sacs) "that guy looks familiar". And ugg girl opened her mouth, "He goes to Cedar house" responded Ugg boot girl. Nicholas's face now resembles a tomato and he just stares at her in shock unable to say anything. Instead he replies to his friend with a sentence filled with swear words about how tired he is from exams.

then i had to get off the train. aaaah nicholas twickler.

my favourite one of all.

I have favourites. never before. four so far, possibly five. i'm working on more, but then again these have only taken me 22 years to discover.

1.) My favourite movie. Elizabethtown. now, for all of you who think its a romcom, you are severly mistaken and have failed to listen to the words that are said in the movie.

"In that moment, I knew success, not greatness, was the only god the world served"





2.) My favourite cake. lemon drizzle. crapsack. must be moised.

3.) My favourite song. by REM strangely. not even really a big fan."at my most beautiful"



4.) thought tea was my favourite hot drink but I have unashamedly become obsessed with Cuppaccino. and i dont mean like go to Mugg 'n Bean and let them bring you one. I mean getting a take away one, putting the sugar in before you leave the shop, putting the lid back on and then taking the lid off later and licking the foam out of the lid.

5.) My favourite colour. grey. like a J M W Turner painting.



I have favourites. I like favourites.

"Life is hard for dreamers"

Old biscuit mill is a wonderous place. I purchased my first fork today. decided i'm going to buy a piece of cutlery everytime i see it so i'll have a mix and match of silver cutlery one day. but only pieces with an insignia on it or initials, you can't see it in the photo but there is a "C" on it. it's great. After my purchase I was soon interrupted by the Amelie soundtrack that was being played somewhere in the market. unmistakable. It seems that Audrey Tautou is following me from country to country.

when love shines through

early morning conversations with my dad are my favourite

ignorance.

stayed with a guy who left his lights on 24/7. told him to switch them off because we need to do what we can to save the planet. his response: "ok i'll switch them off but its not like our generation is going to make a difference anyway." hmmm, good luck with that buddy.

spaces between muizenberg and malmesbury

after 3 months of searching for a sunset, her search finally brought her here. home.

ah the irony!

check out the top sign

a cheap pina colada.

You know that pina colada song? Bet you never listened to the words. Its "2 old people holding hands" sort of sweet. Its about a guy who gets bored with his lady so he puts a wanted ad in the paper for someone who likes pina coladas and walks on the beach etc. So he gets a response back in the paper and the two of them organise to meet up and it turns out that his girlfriend was the respondee and he says "but why didn't you tell me about this other side of you and where has this girl been all this time?"

Anywhoo! The point is, I just read ads like that in the paper. These put the pina colada song to shame!

"To the gorgeous guy at Wandsworth station. You dropped your battered sausage and I trod on it. Drink? Embarrassed brunette"

"To the gorgeous, tall man I see at embankment every day. I'm the girl who smiles at you. Fancy a pancake?"

"You, check shirt, orange toe nails, dark hair, on a break at westfield. We looked while I was on the phone. Drink? Dressed in black with specs"

Melvin

There's a mouse living in my room. His name is Melvin. My capturing contraption failed. guess he's not a fan of cereal.

sleepin' in the park

found this guy sleeping in the park yesterday. electric hair! wild! aaaaaaaaaah!

mondesir

been following the progression of their career whilst i've been here, even got to go to their photoshoot. awesome folk music. i like very much. go to the website to hear more, you definately wont regret it.

http://www.mondesir.org.uk/music

written without a title.

Stumbled upon 3 torn out pages of a book today.
Blowing around in the wind, stained from the rain and torn from peoples footsteps.
Here's an extract
"All is a gray shadow- a weak and irregular rememberance- an indistinct regathering of feeble pleasures and plantasmagoric pains. With me this is not so. In childhood I must have felt with the energy of a man what I now find stamped upon a memory in lines as vivid, as deep, and as durable as the exergues of the carthaginian medals."

I now have the ability to complete someones story, and they could complete mine.

one for the girls

ok. so i have just found my future wedding dress.i know, can't believe that i just said that either. not even from a bridal shop. don't actually even know the name of the shop. its simple,strapless, sits on the knee, is off white and is lace/crochure/effort with a very pale peachy silk underneath. matched with a daisy crown instead of a vale and an architect husband. perfection. i hardly have enough money to eat at the moment though so i'm setting up a fund for it and will let you know where you can deposit money shortly. haha.

reflection friday

If a stranger asked you
to tell them about your life,
what would you tell them?

the colour purple

camera phone flashes.



ondine in starbucks.wearing a purple shirt.




3d glasses...no purple




my shoes that i am currently having a love affair with. and purple stockings.




a purple house with roses in notting hill.

caught you!

i asked him if he'd give me lessons on how to be cool. he turned around and said all i need is a hoodie. pffft. silly.

i'm still learning

My brother emailed me some wonderful words of brotherly wisdom. One of the reasons I carry his heart in my heart.

"Time is not waiting for me and I'm sure it is not the same for you. I did a great thing the other day,
I stood back amongst chaos and let everything carry on without me.
It was great to watch it all carry on without me.
It all becomes so clear and you realise what needs to be done."

Ten o'clock struck and I got on a bicycle and rode around the streets of london for a while. Still starstruck by car lights. I sometimes think that meantal photographs are just better, especially when the bike that you're riding doesn't have a basket on the front in which to place your camera.

check it out homies

just a lil' summin' summin'

http://www.wix.com/pinkbirdy/iamheart

just some girl with a camera

recently took photos at a 21st where i set up a very make shift "photo booth" with props . also took photos at a twins second birthday. time very well spent.









one of my 4 children WILL be named Ammabel.

Bristol aka Banksy-ville

Went to the Banksy Exhibition in Bristol today, photos to come of this city that is ridden with graffitti in order to cover up the hideous architecture. Here's the trailor- the real thing was awesome! excited as a fat kid eating cake!

time for another instalment of tammy in london!

Tammy Sleeping from ondine corewijn on Vimeo.

:)

totally siked! gonna be volunteering on the editorial team for Hillsong London for the rest of my stay! after i found out i climbed to the top of a hill, layed in the middle of a golf course and packed out laughing. again, wish i had my freakin' camera cable with me.

empire of the sun

"We are always running for
the thrill of it thrill of it
Always pushing up the hill searching for the thrill of it
On and on
and
on we are calling out and out again
Never looking down I’m just in awe of what’s in front of me"

floating

I LOVE this picture. was used for a dior advert.especially like the pastels. it's how i feel at the moment. just floating by.once the balloons have popped, i'll land where i land.

wouldn't be in anyone else's shoes.

I wish I remembered my flippin' camera cable. Why? Because then I could post photos of the B E A U T I F U L farm that I'm living on for a while. My day begins by feeding a 2 week old lamb milk through a bottle, then I have a conversation about life with a horse named Frosty, afterwhich I get caught in a cow traffic jam along the path back to the farmhouse. Imagine rolling hills, silence and lots and lots of green and I think I may have just painted the perfect picture for you all. A far cry from the hustle of city life.This is a good place. Again I have climbed to the top of a tree to see His world.

Squatting

Last night i aided in the aquiring of a squat. allow me to explain. In London, squatting isn't illegal. in fact if you aquire an empty house and the owner tries to remove you, you have the right to call the police who will come and protect you. The place is huge, was an old college- has about 5 floors with the most beautiful rooms. no regrets except for tearing my pants...but they're just pants. However, I do not condone breaking into houses. time well spent though! After inspecting the buildings interior, we climbed the stairs to the roof to watch the sky fill with light.