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

How do you write a myth? With difficulty, I’ve found. It’s not that there is little to say about the one-time nightclub photographer Billy Monk. His short but spectacular life has spawned a veritable archive of hundreds of photographs and thousands of words, many of them rumours. Nevertheless, the abundance of the archive is refracted through an abruptly premature death, rendering the man a kaleidoscopic figure: never fixed, always colourful. Words: Mia McCarthy To start:

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