Marc Shoul’s Dog Walkers treads fine lines
I remember the first time I saw a dog walker in Joburg. It was a few years ago, and occurred somewhere between the last bastions of old, white wealth: namely Westcliff and Saxonwold.
Scrap Ink: When form meets chaos (Fred Clarke)
Fred Clarke seems a little hesitant when he shakes my hand. “Are you nervous?” I ask. “No, no it’s not that. The less people know about me the better.”
Burning rubber, and money (Muntu Vilakazi)
“I have a story to tell – it’s a story of change,” says Muntu Vilakazi.