Live in the Moment

Live in the Moment

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Shirt – Thrifted / Skirt – MRP / Boots – Legit / Socks – Pep / Watch – Casio

Happy New Year!

I write this blog post seated in my new apartment, i hope everyone had a well rested break and enjoyed the Christmas Holidays.

My very warm summer holiday was spent driving along some of South Africa’s most beautiful roads, landscapes and finally exploring the Karoo. The highlight of the trip has to be my time spent in Cape Town, i can’t stop gushing about how stunning this City is. The little vintage treasures we found in the many thrift stores in Woodstock gave me some much needed inspiration for my new home.

I have some really exciting content ideas for the blog, i have not been the most constant with this platform, but i promise to do at least one post a week, that’s actually one of my new year’s resolutions. I also want to focus on interior decor and some exciting DIY video’s and maybe a YouTube channel, once i have all the vlogging equipment.

I’m really excited about the year ahead, i just know that God has an amazing plan not just for me, but for you reading this post. This year for me will be about growing up, lots of traveling ,growing spiritually and improving my health and fitness levels.

I have to apologize for the bland content, but i felt i needed to update everyone on whats been happening lately.

About the look: You know me and vintage and if it’s your first time on the Analogue African, hello my name is Vuyolwethu Hole and i’m an avid vintage shopper, it’s a problem, at a times a great problem.

I’ve always loved colours and prints and this thrift-ed shirt was the perfect print to wear with this skirt, i know the ‘clean and minimal’ trend is a hit at the moment, i’m sorry but i will always be a colourful soul. Print clashing and all, the skirt was an amazing find from Mr Price and the boots are from Legit.

I look forward to what the year has in store and can’t wait to spend more time working on my baby (the blog)

Your is Peace, Love and Happiness

God Bless

-Vee

 

 

A Bohemian Summer

A Bohemian Summer

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Dress – Foschini / Shoes – Thrifted / Necklace – MRP / Hat – The FIX / Watch – The FIX 

 

Hello Readers
The sweet murmur of life, your basking in the summer moonlight, the freedom lingers in the crisp summer air.
You’ve been walking for miles along people filled coastlines. You can still taste the sweetness of the strawberry sorbet you had for lunch. Barefooted on the beaches of South Africa, your feet grinding on the damp sand make you realize how much you missed summer.
The long nights of wearing short dresses and talking to cute well toned wet boys, hauling wet surfboards. You flirt with the idea of summer romances under bonfire filled beaches.
You look out into the distance and you’re in awe of the splendor of the moon, you focus on the cracking of the wood as it is Engulfed by the fire.
The sound of the ocean crashing against the pier is reminiscent of the many lovers lost and other romantically found under dim street lights, with hearts racing and the limp bodies of lovers being pumped by bottomless beers and sweet ciders. You consider for a moment the sweetness that comes with summer. The tearful laughter’s, the endless road trips and the indie tunes of beach house as the soundtrack to bring it all together.
Your heart is free to truly feel again, not bound by the many layers of winter. You’re inspired to write a novel, paint till the sun greets the day. Get lost in oceans deep, and discover many roads less traveled. Summer is not just a season, it’s a romance the kind that stays in your mind forever. It’s a feeling that drives you to tears in fits of laughter.
It’s your backpack filled with endless novels and empty pages left for free form doodles and sweet lipstick kisses.
Yours in Peace, Love and God
– Vee
African Bohemian

African Bohemian

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Jumpsuit – Mr Price / Mules – Jet Fashion / Waistcoat – Vintage / Headscarf – Vintage

Hello readers

We celebrated Africa Day on the 25 May and it just really got me thinking for the longest time I never truly embraced my Xhosa heritage. I battled with this for the longest time. I recall a time when I was in grade one and my best friend Tegwin use to suck at her stringy blonde locks during class and I found this weirdly fascinating. For as long as I could remember I always wanted to be like all my Caucasian friends, to tell you truth I was the only black girl in my group of girlfriends growing up. The words ‘coconut’, ‘oreo’, ‘white girl’ followed me wherever I went.

The way I spoke my own language was never good enough for the black children in my school, they assumed I was better than them, more privileged because I did not live in the township and they had a problem with the fact that I was picked up by my grandmother from school every day.

Even when I look at my former dating life the very first boy I ever had a crush on was Steven and my best friend had a crush on his twin brother Kyle. Tegwin and I would sit on the playground talking about double dating the twins, where we would go and what we would talk about. The only time I really knew I was black was when my aunt refused to buy me jelly shoes and opted to get me leather shoes instead, going back home from school really put a lot of things in perspective for me, but I still battled to fit my culture into my everyday life.

I was the biggest fan of the spice girls and whenever we would play Spice girls at aftercare my friends always insisted I be ‘Scary Spice’ and I would plain out refuse or I would sit out and watch. I was not willing to be the black girl in the Spice girls. I want to be Emma Bunting “Baby Spice” from the Spice Girls.

The latter years of High School were spent with a few of the women I still call friends today they were all black and my best friend Pelisa who was mixed race we were also scrutinized because we as a group of young black women spoke really good English so good they called us fake.

I truly came to embrace who I am when I visited family in London I spent six months in Canning Town, London living with my family (my aunt and my uncle) who are a mixed Xhosa and Congolese family. Living with my culturally diverse family I really learned to embrace who I am and my Xhosa culture and roots. While my uncle spoke French in the house, my aunt and I spoke Xhosa every day and my cousin only knew how to speak English it’s not real English thou it’s a street version of English called cockney/London slang.

London is a country with a melting pot of cultures and nationalities and it really makes you appreciate where you come from. I arrived at the realization that coming from the country and culture that I do is such a privilege and I didn’t come across one African national living in London who was not proud of where they come from, the various languages they could speak, the amazing African delicacies they ate daily and the strict cultural upbringing, morals and values they had adapted living in a first world country.

I found myself tweeting in Xhosa and listening to African artists all my friends back home were quite surprised but I was indeed coming into my own person. I also decided to cut off all my stringy, limp relaxed hair and decided to be natural and embrace the hair I was born with. You can call it a divine intervention, I call it growth and appreciation of who I am. I am no longer that black goth girl who listens to death metal and who wears all black or the girl who carried her skate board around with a ton of snap backs (I was an Avril Lavigne want to be at some stage) that was not really who I was, I was discovering various facets of who I was.

I am now a Xhosa farm girl from Hamburg and Peddie in the Eastern Cape, who can speak five languages (isiXhosa, English, Zulu, Sotho and Afrikaans) who can trace her ancestry as far back as Germany and Swaziland and yes I’m still discovering all the other cultures that fall in between.

I’ve learned in life never be afraid to come into your own embrace your beauty, your uniqueness, your mistakes and look forward to discovering more of who you are.

Yours in Peace, love and happy vibes

God Bless.

– Vuyolwethu Hole (meaning our Joy in isiXhosa), don’t ask about the surname i don’t know either

 

Mixed in Africa

Mixed in Africa

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Shirt – Vintage / Shorts – Mr Price (old stock) / Shoes – Legit / Headscarf – Fochini / Earrings – Mr Price 

Hello my lovely readers

The warm African sun makes me think of all the wonderful, warm, tropical destinations in Africa, with my time spent chasing Government stories it leaves me no time to relinquish my itchy feet and seek after adventure.

Today’s blog post was inspired by my love for prints, textures and Africa. I’m sure by now you’re anticipating today’s content of the many adventurous stories so where do we begin?

As I lay here under the guava tree in my back yard, with the sun fading it dawns on me that there are many roads untraveled, so many places to discover, adventures to seek and stories to be told. I dream of destinations that give me the opportunity to travel far and wide using various modes of transport. I’ve dreamed of quad biking through the Namib Desert, driving through the Serengeti in Kenya and experiencing the best African wildlife has to offer. Riding a camel and learning about Egyptian history or prowling through the many spice filled markets and feasting on various Moroccan treats on offer.

Spying and watching the beauty of the Gorillas that can be found in the Congo’s Amazon Forrest’s, walking the many long, beautiful and clean coastal lines that can be found in Mozambique, Ghana, Mombasa, South Africa and many others. There’s no place I would much rather prefer to discover then all the beauty, secrets and stories Africa has to offer.

My outfit would be perfect for the many destinations I plan of traveling the clash of prints represent the diversity and cultures that Africa has to offer.

Do you have any interesting travel stories? I would love to hear from you.

Peace. Love. God
-Vee

That 70s show

That 70s show

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Dress – Mr Price (old stock) / Shoes – Mr Price / Handbag – Vintage / Earrings – Vintage

Hello Readers

Imagine your prowling through the streets of Paris it’s close to mid night and you have been dancing your feet silly the whole night. Everything is bright and beautiful the sound of the cars speeding by, the Eiffel Tower lighting up the sky, the endless trees along the side walk.

There’s a man playing a guitar and a tall handsome stranger his french of course grabs you by the hand and you waltz on the cobble stone streets, he spins you around you feel silly and overwhelmed at first and you finally catch the rhythm.

Paris is always a good idea. Don’t you just love the flapper era the fluidity of the dresses, the interesting head gear and just the high energy that came with the 1920s.

This particular photo shoot was taken by my ever so talented friend Christine Visser  the location was St Georges Park in Port Elizabeth, there are so many amazing little spots so do some amazing editorials.

That’s it for now from me, did my first editorial photo shoot for a friends fashion line can’t wait to share the images.

Peace. Love. Happiness

God Bless

Vee