It’s a Saturday morning in May. The thickest mist I have ever seen has wrapped itself around the Cape Town City Bowl, snaking through the streets, stealing colour and re-rendering the world in hazy black and white. I’m on my way to Gallery F, one of the top photographic galleries on the continent, and as I’m buzzed through the little black door at 78 Shortmarket Street, I step out of one monochromatic world and into another, climbing a staircase bracketed by exquisite black

“I come to bury Caesar, not to praise him. The evil that men do lives after them; The good is oft interred with their bones; So let it be with Caesar.” Marc Antony in Shakespeare’s Julius Caesar . Do I belong in South Africa? Under the laws, yes. Of course. I was born in Parklands Hospital in Durban when Mandela was President. I’ve spent nearly all my life here. I own no other pet but a Green Mamba. As the Constitution has it, I’m welcome to stay for as long as I like, and I

A Forgotten Story of South African Garden Cities and the Quest for Affordable Housing. “Perhaps [building ‘smart cities’ is a way] of ignoring the old stupid cities that we already have…” Ivan Vladislavic It’s always tickled me that one of Cape Town’s suburban shopping centres is named after a British utopian socialist urban-planner from the late Victorian era. This is, of course, the Howard Centre in the heart of Pinelands. It was named for Sir Ebenezer Howard OBE (1850-192

Despite six decades of documenting South Africa’s history, Ranjith Kally is not a household name. His legacy deserves to be remembered and his name etched into history books. Kally’s images span a time period of 1946-2010 and his diverse repertoire captures the South Asian community in KwaZulu Natal, political heroes, labour, apartheid, protests, jazz, beauty contests, street-life, sports and other forms of social history. In it, we find a kind of genuine solidarity and toget