Competition: This one’s for the ladies!
Ladies, ever wanted to try out that kinky pleasure toy but were afraid because you have a nosy roommate or are tied- up in a way that doesn’t allow you to explore yourself? Well then this may just be your answer… The day of the women of the world has finally arrived Confidence and Confidentiality can now be summed up in three letters FWO -For Women Only- The Universe of Pleasure for Women. FWO women are beautiful, happy and independent; soulful, spiritual and strong. They no longer hide their emotions, feelings and desires. They have needs that need to be met, voices that they will use and dreams that will be fulfilled. They are no longer fearful to laugh, to love and to be happy! The FWO woman is reflected by individuality, she is comfortable and happy in her own body; evolved in her own mind and creative in her lifestyle. She explores her inner beauty and sexuality in a way that is free-spirited and nourishing. She is sophisticated; evolved; modern and is as well important in her role as a mother, businesswomen, wife and lover. FWO is “a universe of pleasure” and is all about combining the best quality and most seductive products for women from around the world. FWO promises to service the needs and desires of every woman by creating a unique experience and an opportunity to purchase lingerie from Paris; body products from New York, London, San Francisco, India; and pleasure toys from Germany. FWO caters to women in a communicative, relaxed, private and expressive environment! FWO have sourced an exclusive range of products for women to enjoy, to stimulate physically, emotionally and mentally and for women to express themselves as the amazing women they all are and deserve to be. The best part is that FWO products are wrapped in distinguished and discreet packaging. No-one but you will know what is inside. If you feel like this tickles your fancy then you can be a part of the amazing world of FWO by registering as a member. You simply get online http://www.fwo.co.za/, it’s a safe and well developed e commerce website, where women can make their own purchases or place their wanted items in a wish box for their partners to purchase for them… finally, men Once you have registered, you are will a FWO newsletter. This will keep you informed of any new products they might have as well as any promotions they might run. Members will also benefit from discounted prices on selected items as well as being invited to FWO promotions and parties nationwide. As if that wasn’t fabulous enough, you...
Smirnoff Brazil Carnival Party
Representers, listen up, “É tempo ao samba!” Do you think you can do the sexy Brazilian Samba? If you think your hips don’t lie then this is your chance to prove it! The challenge is officially out there – Dress your Best for the Smirnoff® Brazil Carnival Party this February, and stand a chance to win a Wildcard package to the annual Carnival in Salvador, Brazil. Salvador in Brazil hosts the biggest global Carnival each year, attracting over 4 million people. The 2007 ‘Samba’ themed carnival runs over 15-21 February. This year’s VVIP list promises to attract the likes of Madonna, Robert De Niro, Quincy Jones and Shakira, and it is packaged to deliver a street-party like no other. Smirnoff® is having a massive Brazilian Carnival send-off party for the winners of their Wildcard package and the public is also invited to be there! It will take place on Friday, the 2nd February 2007 at the Palms in Sandton from 9pm onwards, and Smirnoff has sanctioned the selection of the last Wildcard winner to be done live at the party. This means ONE lucky clubber at the party, will walk away with the last two tickets to the Brazil Carnival under an impartial public display. The venue is set to transport clubbers to the Brazil Samba atmosphere. Jozi’s own DJ Monde and Nutty Nys will provide Samba house tunes while Brazilian dancers set the ambience. The cover charge is R100 at the door. The rules are simple: Dress your Best – remember the theme is Samba Carnival, Be there between 9 and 11pm, Expect the unexpected. A panel of judges comprised of 5 top South African personalities, including Top Billing’s / Strictly Come Dance winner Zuraida Jardine, who will select the best dressed Smirnoff patron at this party. Make sure you hire, borrow, design or buy anything Brazilian Carnival style and strut your stuff, you might just walk away with an experience to remember at the Brazil Carnival in...
Q&A: Pinartbutta – Featured Designer of the month
When I read the word Pinartbutta for the first time I had one of those moments of nothing but fresh air passing through my brain, but after a second glace it appeared to me that it was my favorite midnight snack, brown, smooth and creamy- peanut butter! Or maybe not? Getting into the mind of the man behind the name will ensure that you keep your thinking cap on at all times because you never know what might be behind a simple illustration… Click here to see Represent’s designer of the month’s portfolio. Mzwandile Buthelezi is a designer slash illustrator slash street artist slash graffiti writer slash whatever you’d like to call a guy that spends mad hours with brushes, paint, ink, computers, toys…whatever people with these titles like to keep in their company. (He wrote that) He actually prefers to be called an artist because he believes that that’s what he really is. Represent commissioned Mzwandile to create the first 007 wallpaper (the fab picture you see as the backdrop of the site) and whilst he was busy with that, share with us some of the things that make a designer what he is. RR: Where did you grow up? MB: I grew up in Soweto, Johannesburg and that’s where I went to school as well. RR: What is pinartbutta? MB: Well, “butter” is actually a hip- hop term for something that looks good or when you all good, you’d say “I’m all butter”, I like making pretty pictures that make people feel good… RR: What is pinartbutta all about? MB: I developed a project back in college called pinartbutta where I used to make photocopies of my artwork with positive messages or just stupid stuff to make people’s days lighter and I’d pin them up on boards around college (they never stayed up for long though, I’d turn a corner and they’d be gone). I’m not sure how I got to call it pinartbutta… I guess I liked the sound of the name. RR: Do you like peanut butter? MB: Yes please, make the peanut butter thick with jam… RR: Why did you get into design? MB: I was a graffiti artist before I got into design; I still do graffiti; that’s where I developed my interest in typography. I studied Fine Arts for a while but it was boring and also a bit lame so when I found out about an exciting world where I could play with the alphabet and still draw…it sounded cool to me so I quit Fine Arts and enrolled for a course in Design. I also needed to take my art a step ahead…moving into...
Busy, buzzing Accra is the place to party!
Ghana is not always on the top of the list of African counties to visit, but more often these days I’m hearing really cool stuff about it. Lerato grooved her way into Accra (the capital city of Ghana) this past holiday and ladies the results on the status of the men in Ghana have been confirmed… so extra, extra, read all about it and eat your hearts out! Before visiting Accra, the thing I wanted to discover the most about the country was what made Rita Marley, the widow of reggae legend Bob Marley, and her family move to Ghana when she could have picked Jamaica or the US where she owns properties? But after spending only four days in Accra, I wonder how anyone could have a piece of the city and want to leave it behind. Now I see that my friends were spot-on. When they heard I was heading for the Ghanaian capital they all responded with a resounding, “Yoho! The men there are hot!” I wish they had not been reserved with the truth. Like most West African men, Ghanaian men are breathtakingly handsome and polite. Life’s good in Accra. By day, the city is a fast-paced haven for entrepreneurs. Even when driving far out of the city to the villages, there are few places where shops and stalls have not been set up. And, be warned, sellers will get the last dollar out of your pocket. My experience of the capital of Kofi Annan’s motherland by night was one of a city that never sleeps. I was in Accra to attend the Catwalk the World fashion show, a fundraising event organised by the United Nations World Food Programme. With the formalities of the trip over on my first night, I let loose, partying and shopping up a storm. My first stop on the city’s party scene was Boomerang nightclub. The parking lot accommodated all sorts of flashy cars. Their owners, no doubt, the sort of people who bling all the way to the bank. Hennessy cognac, Moët & Chandon champagne and Johnnie Walker whisky adorned the bar. And just in case you thought Boomerang was just like any other nightclub, the VIP lounge had a pole in the middle of the dance floor and everyone was welcome to bring it on, which one does in a city of friendly people. For the less racy explorer, which I am by day, Accra’s markets are worth visiting. Every corner is filled with street hawkers and shops. The people are smooth talking and adept at bargaining. Everyone sells something they convince you is a necessity – Lucky...
“New York, New York!”
I fell for New York from all the movies that I’ve seen, so I was soooooo jealous when Thapelo said he was going for the December break. I mean I’m still waiting for my I Love N.Y t-shirt, but hey it’s cool, no hard feelings ges! Thanks for Representing! See his NY photo’s here on our Flickr community. After saying goodbye to the family I was off to New York for the first time ever, all on my own! As daunting as it sounded I was excited and anticipating a great trip, so dollars in hand I began my journey to The Big Apple. First stop was a little town called Yonkers, where I rested after my thirteen hour flight- I stayed in a place called Tuckahoe Motel, where I had a view of yellow busses lined up outside my window and strange houses that looked like those doll houses for little girls. Big City Life! After getting rested I was ready to brave the big city- New York, finally! A trip to the heart of the city Manhattan, really felt like a scene from a movie, one minute I was walking down an ordinary looking street and the next I was slap bang in the middle of Times Square filled with billboards and lights and what seemed like millions and millions of people; I thought Johannesburg was fast – paced, but this was something else- a huge concrete jungle with people walking briskly with their ears plugged out of the rest of the world by iPods and other gadgets. When I packed a couple of sweaters thinking they would be sufficient for the cold New York weather I was clearly delirious because it was freezing cold, so one of my first purchases was one of those huge warm winter jackets. Next I did the tourist thing and got onto one of those double deck sightseeing buses which was conducted by an old woman who wore big glasses and was so cheerful she made it seem like a summer day in Durban- okay, but that still didn’t help because I was still freezing my ass off. What did help though, was the nips that me and a guy who was sitting next to me managed to get our hands on, one Hennessy, for me and a Jim Bean for him, let’s just say I felt…warmer! (Funny thing though, is how Hennessy is made to be such a big deal, but it comes in nip bottles!) Next was Harlem, the ghetto! We drove into Malcolm X Boulevard which has cultural and historical sites along the length of the Boulevard. I suddenly...
My Jo’burg Stay Away
When I heard that a group of guys I know actually spent the whole of the festive holiday playing Monopoly, I was really intrigued… I mean, yeah you’re home and have nothing to do, mara Molopoly? Anyway, turns out that it’s the new concrete jungle sport, these guys take their boards everywhere… Wierd, but true! Happy New Year! I sincerely hope that you’re happy to be in the New Year because ready or not you’re in it, whether you’re happy or not or you believe it or not. As for 2006 and all the memories good or bad “can we have amafluit bafwethu?” I hope that you’ve enjoyed yourselves and at least got to enjoy not going to work or to school for that matter and I hope you packed the stomach with all the food and drink that was on offer, which has become synonymous with the festive season. At least that’s what consoled the rest of us who stayed in Jo’burg on chill mode. With all the preparations that I’d made for the December holidays with my boys, my staying in Jo’burg over December was not the plan and it sort of reminded me of when I was still at school. The holidays begin and you have to look forward to staying at home. Broke, and in the dusty streets of Soweto, you knew that you were in for some major boredom, dust, alcoholics and watching chicks that spend their holidays in the front seat of some playas car. So come summer 2006, I’m older, more resourceful, more cash and single with an Audi A3 with an empty front seat (know what I mean), one kinda had the feeling that I had to live up to some playalistic expectations that have been made constitution by MTV HIP POP urban culture. After our Cape Town plans fell through due to spending R12 000 on getting the car ready, paying debts and sundries, it just became practical to spend the rest of the R3000 in Jo’burg instead of going to Cape Town to become a bergie in the name of sticking to plan A. Fair enough December started with a bang, last minute jobs that’ll pay in February, free parties, beautiful weather with afternoon rain. It’s amazing how people behave when December rolls around. It’s like we all behave like school kids who’ve finished their exams and they’re just waiting to GO. And that’s just what happened. People went. It was so evident. It’s actually scary. Jo’burg doesn’t look normal empty. Imagine driving on the M1 South from Woodmead to the CBD at 100km/h at 16H55 and getting there in ten...
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