Once, when I was a baby, my parents left me in a shop. I blame the Camps Bay Library. We had this ritual throughout my childhood. Every Saturday we would split into two groups (I’m the youngest of six, so we couldn’t all fit into one car) and we’d go down to the Camps Bay…
Tag: Darrel Bristow-Bovey
Wish I'd written that.
When I was in my early twenties I used to buy Style Magazine, just for Darrel Bristow-Bovey’s column. If it was a particularly good month, which it almost always was, I would tear his column out and put it in a flip file, which I still have. I’m friends with him now, so I can…