Triangle Man is unique among all Temori dolls, a diminutive race of hand-stitched patchwork creatures with origins in South Korea.
If the analogue camera has had its day, then the plastic point-and-shoot — the caveman of modern photo equipment — is practically a museum relic.
A genuine royal Kente cloth is extremely difficult to get hold of but this winter one has found its way to Nelson Mandela Square in Sandton.
For a long time in South Africa art has always occurred in one of two places: the austere, echoing halls of the gallery or public space.
Avant-garde gay porn filmmaker <b>Bruce LaBruce</b> talks to <b>Anthea Buys</b> about morals, Hillbrow and zombies.
Meet Philisile, the Shwe-shwe Poppi. A label tells us that she has a taste for chicken and rice and that she likes lions.
The headscarf is unlikely to trump push-up bras and bling as the dress of choice for hip-hop girls courting fame.
Japanese design house Muji’s disposable cardboard speakers are not well adapted for braais or pool parties.
Unashamedly materialistic and intentionally obscure, Michael MacGarry’s <em>Endgame</em> is one slick show, writes <b>Anthea Buys</b>
Visitors to this year’s National Arts Festival are planning their schedules around Mlu Zondi’s latest piece of choreography.