So CTG and her wine expert, her foodie and her restaurant critic all got together last night to test out a new dinner vibe we’re wanting to do, namely ‘Dinner for 6′, where we invite unusual guests to come over and eat unusually themed food while wearing unusual items of clothing. Of course last night was the test run so very little was actually unusual, apart from the vast quantities of wine that were consumed… 18 bottles for a dinner party is not exactly a terribly usual number…
Craig makes no sudden movements as Frances Sauvage wields her weapon of choice.
KWV wines supplied us with their terribly gracious Mentors range, and Fairview indulged us in their latest offering namely the vivaciously packaged La Capra range, and Harry made sure to throw in a few of his own choice pieces, the idea being to pair the wines with the food in some way, while Francess Sauvage dominated the kitchen, tossing out all manner of dishes such as ‘Antonia Gazpacho Banderas’ and ‘Mila Chicken Kiev Jovovich’ (our loose theme for the evening was ‘celebrity’) but I shan’t go into too much detail here as there’ll be more commentary to follow no doubt once all The Experts (food, wine & restaurant) shake off their hangovers long enough to write a few words… in the meantime please appreciate Khan, Frances’s 8-month old teacup size Siamese:
Khan aka 'Smally'
He’s just too much. Thanks to all for a very memorable evening, especially to our sponsors. There’ll be a full account of the evening up here next week.
Alphaville... generally stockier than the Spandau Ballet boys. Also all in black except for their drummer, who was in a white loose linen Elvis-type suit. That's why he's glowing like an angel. Rock 'n roll.
Went to see Spandau Ballet and Alphaville. it was an education since i wasn’t even in double digits when these bands were popular. Alphaville played first. i recognised Sounds Like A Melody, Big In Japan & Forever Young, but I didn’t recognise any Spandau Ballet. It’s cool, whatevs. They had nice suits and they were relatively in shape and they played well. It was a very well-behaved crowd, tapping feet politely a lot of the time and giving fellow concert-goers their personal space. The venue made it a little strange – Grand West is pretty freaky. Depressing casino vibes, fast food malls, fake sky. 80sparty. It was too real. It’s like it WAS the eighties! Gah! It felt good to get home back to 2010.
Spandau Ballet... think lots of sax solos.
One of the very inspiring posters they have all around Grand West.
All pictures taken at The Vibe at St Yves, Camps Bay, by Andrew Brauteseth aka Guy With Camera
Highlights:
Seth singing Celine Dion with Art Matthews from Just Jinger, the Lindt Balls, the Wedding DJ’s bouncy, fun set that didn’t take itself too seriously, the booths brimming with De Grendel and Peroni, the denim Chanel glasses Taryn was wearing, the fact that everyone who is anyone in the pretty city was there so we could play the schleb-spotting game.
Comfortable. Classy. But more importantly, more my style than the tight purple tube. Thanks for helping me choose! x PS The Vibe was off the hook!
So those of you who have what the Spur folks call ‘a taste for life’ will also no doubt be in possession of a couple of tickets to party-of-the-year-so-far, The Vibe, at St Yves this eve. I’m pretty excited, I won’t lie. I think it’s going to be good.
Not without dilemmas, of course. Dilemmas like ‘is the dress The Stylist talked me into wearing a little tooooo tight’. Those of you on twitter last night will have witnessed the struggle. ‘Am I a prude? Or am I not secure enough to ‘wear the dress, not have the dress wear me’? ‘
I ended up crowd-sourcing the debate on twitter, and most guys said ‘go for it’ and ‘why not’ and ‘if you’ve got it, flaunt it’. Which made me decide, ‘what the hell, am only young once, why not’. The girls were also supportive but some had a few sharp words – predictably – and let’s face it, it’s the opinion of the ladies is what I’m most worried about. Why? Because ladies love to hate each other. Any excuse really.
All that aside (because you can’t please everyone) there is a little voice in my head, probably left over from my days at an upstanding scholarly institution in the ‘burbs that says ‘tight dress = slut’, whether you do or don’t have the body to pull it off, whether you are or aren’t a good person, who leads a meaningful and rich life, who reads literary sound books and can run 8kms no sweat and cook a great spaghetti and has a way with animals. And that annoys me. I don’t want to make the decision based on a little voice in my head that exist because of my Waspish school days. I want to believe that I am liberated woman who can do as she pleases, be unafraid to express herself, to embrace her body and her sexuality and her personality – hear me ROAR! Or maybe just mew in a cutesy way? (Is safer. Will probably get less flack. Wouldn’t want to get flack)
Am I alone in this? Do you ever have this ‘dear-god-please-don’t-let-people-think-I’m-a-brainless-slut-because-what-I’m-wearing-shows-off-my-body dilemma’? Still haven’t decided whether or not to wear the dress. Should I? Why / why not? Is it too slutty? Or should I not give a shiz because life’s too short and I might as well ‘live on the edge’. Or sit on the edge. Of my seat. So as not to show my panties. Hmm? Here’s the dress:
In other news… off Sunglass Hut to pick out some new shades for The Vibe. Can’t wait!
You. Goys. Do yous KNOW what y’all are looking at?
This is an invite to The Vibe. Got 4 VIP tickets. Gonna play my friends off each other for them. Time they stopped taking my loyalty and natural flair for fashion for granted. Gonna get pedicure on my toes-toes. Try on all my clothes-clothes. Gonna get highlights. Or should I just ask hairdresser to ‘use lightening shampoo’? Don’t want to look like I ‘had streaks put in’. Tacky. Putting together ’shortlist of looks’ for evening. Really want to ‘make statement’. Want to ‘own the room’ like girl in purple dress from mastercard ad. Who should I be?
Expressing myself via 'forgetting who I am'.
A diamond in the rough. Thing is St Yves not v 'rough'. May not get 'contrast effect'. May end up 'just looking hot'.
Look really hinges on 'conveying extreme boredom through body language'. Can also be 'achieved via applying cocktails'.
Feel like this look is 'super hot but slightly risky'. Not really sure why.
Don’t feel like have ‘quite cracked it’. Will have to keep looking. Are y’all going? What will your look be? So much pressure.
