On the KZN North Coast, a new vision of coastal luxury is taking shape: one where the boundary between the home and the horizon simply ceases to exist. Imagine waking up on a Saturday morning. The sun is already climbing above the Indian Ocean, throwing long gold light across the water. You pad downstairs (barefoot, unhurried) and the house opens around you. Not because you've opened a door, but because the wall in front of you is glass. Floor to ceiling. Edge to edge. The se

A thick velvet curtain frames the entrance to the Tambourine restaurant on Harrington Street, where we have a dinner reservation. We are early. I reach out, tentatively, and draw back the curtain — the floor is empty but for a waiter bent over a table setting, making adjustments. I let the curtain fall again. “We are too early,” I hiss to my dining partner in a stage whisper.  Words: Mia McCarthy Alerted to our premature arrival, the staff falls into a well-choreographed rou

Lately, I’ve noticed a change in how people talk about the news. Not anger. Not outrage. Something quieter. A sentence that trails off rather than lands. I don’t read the news anymore.  At least, not like I used to. Sometimes it’s said with a shrug. Sometimes with guilt. Often with relief. Words: Penny Fourie I recognise the impulse, even though disengagement is not an option for me.I don’t encounter South Africa’s failu es through headlines alone. My work takes me into audit

I turn 31 this month. Apparently, that means it's time for some prescription-strength retinoids. They can cause a bit of peeling at first. But I've battled with my skin for years, so honestly? The idea of sloughing off my old one sounds fantastic. According to Chinese astrology, last year's Year of the Snake has been inviting exactly this—the serpentine shedding of the old to make way for the new. Now, as we move into the lunar new year, the legendary Fire Horse awaits us. Wh