Category – Culture
Fashion:Non-Identity
What exactly is fashion? A loss of personal identity because you want to be as fab (or unknowingly not so fab) as the masses, perhaps? Or maybe it’s a form of self-expression through style and design of clothes? This question crossed my mind just the other day as I was walking around campus with a few of my friends.
Read More | 2 comments | August 27, 2010
Zoo City Review
By Liam Kruger and Artwork Kirby Kruger
Lauren Beukes is very clever. I had suspected as much when I finished Moxyland, her first novel, and any doubts on the matter were lovingly murdered in their sleep by Zoo City. It’s a difficult novel to place, genre-wise, which is a mark in it’s favor, as far as I’m concerned; Beukes could very easily have written a perfectly competent South African crime novel, or an ambiguous slice of ‘magical realism.
Film as an Art Form
How many of you have watched a movie, just a regular movie, and thought “Wow that was really an artwork!”, and no I don’t mean “Wow that girl in that movie was so hot her body was an artwork!”. I’m going to take an opinionated standpoint here and say that most probably not that many of you, obviously excluding all film critics who might be reading this article thinking that film is the ONLY art form!
Read More | 1 comments | August 24, 2010
Social networking: An Internet addiction
By Thebe Longwe
We all have different addictions and here is a second article on the addictions we have!
Well, it’s pretty simple. If you’d interrupt dinner to social network, then you are definitely hooked to social media. Social networking is everywhere, believe it or not. People are often confused as to how they get addicted or obsessed. It’s really not that hard because as soon as you enter the world of gadgetology, it’s late for you. The most visited or well known are Facebook and Twitter and maybe even more.
AmaMpondomise vs The death of listening
By Hagen Engler
People are not the same nowadays. We don’t relate the way we used to. The men are not men. The women are not women.
Whatever baby wants, baby gets. We are all spoiled children, shouting at each other in a massive sandpit. Everyone gets a turn to speak, but no one gets a chance to listen.
