Star Wars VII

Personal Work (2012)


Summer in Barcelona

Cristina: [Looking at a sculpture of Jesus] Are you very religious?
Juan Antonio: No, no, no, no, I’m not. The trick is to enjoy life, accepting it has no meaning whatsoever.
Cristina: No meaning? You don’t think that authentic love gives life meaning?
Juan Antonio: Yes, but love is so transient. Isn’t it? I was in love with a most incredible woman… and then in the end…
Vicky: Yes?
Juan Antonio: She put a knife into me.
Cristina: My God, that’s terrible!
Vicky: Well, maybe you did something to deserve it.



The Fisherman’s Village

The Fisherman’s Village

Concept & Photos: HatshepsutDesign
Text: Robberg Diaries


5th April, 1931

Good weather. 7.15 a.m. left for Point – took exactly 58 minutes (no lie). Nothing doing all day except 15 sharks, 1 galjoen and a dozen streepjes. Kite worked fairly well. Took out three lines anyway before it started chasing its own tail into the sea – peculiar incident – Harry, Rolf and Japie each got stuck into a shark at about the same time in the same spot. Back at Pimple 7 p.m.

10th September, 1931

Fine, smooth – fished at Blow Bellows. Nothing biting. Sea good colour.



Wednesday 23rd September, 1942

It rained hard during the night. Leaked a bit in kitchen over the china cupboard. We spent day at hut. Ghillie got bait, but had to go off – so Eric did not fish. Strong SE and rather cold. Miss Mardon and Mrs Cox arrived on horseback and had tea with us. We went for walk to Gap – a bit further on Bay side to get away from cold wind. Saw a baboon at Fourie’s hut this morning.

Monday 4th January, 1943

Strong south easter still blowing. Too rough for fishing but went to streepie pool. Also too rough.



Thursday 14th January, 1943

Arrived before lunch. Mom, Gwen, Patat, Uncle Leonard, and Margret to cook, Boz and 3 other poor dogs. No water in tanks – fontein gives a little. Fished Meiderbank. Man next door caught a haai. No wind, clear sky and beautiful night.

Saturday 24th April, 1943

Beautiful day. Went to the Fountain – men fished but caught nothing. Found 2 bales of rubber, one in very good condition.




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Kill Bill mood

 Copperhead: So when do we do this?

The Bride: It all depends. When do you want to die? Tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?

Copperhead: How about tonight, bitch?

The Bride: Splendid. Where?

Copperhead: There’s a baseball diamond where I coach Little League about a mile from here. We meet there around in the morning dressed all in black. Your hair in a black stocking. And we have us a knife fight. We won’t be bothered. Now… I have to fix Nikki’s cereal.