‘I will kill you,’ somebody yells outside. I’m sitting on a chair and look through the open door into the stairway hall on what seemed to be a peaceful morning. Juan gets up hastily and runs out to see what’s going on. Then a young woman runs up the stairs and hides on the first floor. . . . → Read More: Tik, Tik, Tik: Methamphetamine Rage in Cape Town’s Suburbs
The air is loaded with a thick smell of burned rubber. Motors are droning and men stand around a circuit secured through concrete blocks and old tires. I have to blink when the cars swish. Rubber particles enter my eyes. This is the first official drifting race that takes place on the parking around a . . . → Read More: Deep Play! Drifting Mesmerizes Men
Juan met Martina in a chatroom on MXit, a free instant messaging application which runs on mobile phones. They had already agreed upon that they would take an HIV test to be able to keep it ‘romantic’. Artificial barriers, Juan holds, should not spoil the first date. After a week of one-on-one messaging they met for . . . → Read More: MXit Relationship Problems
It is only five minutes by car to the bottle store. On our way back we stop at another shop to buy a Coke to mix with the Kipfontein brandy we just procured. It is cheaper there. I enter together with Tony, a young man who goes out with Karol’s cousin. The young female cashier looks . . . → Read More: Condoms, Men & ‘Burned Rubber’
‘What is this?’ Roland asks me when I pull out a little envelope with a single cigarette in it. I do so to curb the habit I developed anew through research on men and masculinities. But here people who buy single cigarettes are seen with suspicion. He shakes his head and smiles. In contrast to the . . . → Read More: The Pressure to Indulge: Cape Town’s legal smoking and drinking cultures
A man in his 50ies passes on the street below the veranda in a public housing complex somewhere in Cape Town’s Northern Suburbs. His stature is sturdy and he wears a full mustache. ‘This guy thinks he is something like the boss of this place,’ the 22-year old Juan asserts. The man was one of the . . . → Read More: Contested Spaces: Whose the Boss of Paradise Park?
Jako sits on the table and scribbles a cross on a piece of paper while looking at his cell phone. The cross looks like the zef tattoo inked into the white skin of his upper arm. It bears the initials of the US rapper Tupac Shakur. Yesterday, he went to the jol, he says. His girlfriend . . . → Read More: ‘I’m a player’: Sexual Conquest Stinson Style