Guy With Camera

A few things I love about Photohire

Andrew Brauteseth — Fri, 03 Feb 2012 07:10:17 +0000

Film Hasselblads. 6 foot parabolics. Infinity curves. Combo stands. Prints. Lenses. HMI lighting. BRIESE. Racks of Profoto packs.

( Photohire have been extremely supportive and helpful with my photographic work ever since the first day I walked into their rental house to ask Pieter how to setup a softbox. You can follow them on @photohire )

The Road

Andrew Brauteseth — Mon, 30 Jan 2012 04:53:11 +0000

This road runs between Greyton and Riviersonderend in the Cape Overberg. It’s about one and a half hours drive from Cape Town. One evening I came across it while exploring the area and I remember getting such an incredible sense of freedom driving through the middle of nowhere watching the dust flare up on the road behind me through the review mirror. So I wrote this short song about that experience and went there again to try capture it somehow in film. I held on to the back of my bakkie while a friend drove and I managed to get this just as the sun was setting. I wanted it to be just one shot.

Cape Town from the Air

Andrew Brauteseth — Tue, 24 Jan 2012 09:59:45 +0000

This morning I was on a shoot for Cape Town Tourism getting some shots of Table Mountain. The weather conditions were incredible. I wanted to show you the view. I’m completely in love with this city.

follow @CapeTownTourism ( and the amazing team @MariettedTH @SkyeGrove @VelBotha @mshoneybeeCT )

Five for Change

Andrew Brauteseth — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 11:18:37 +0000

Five for Change is an annual black tie fundraiser dedicated to raising awareness about five inspiring social enterprises which are changing the way Cape Town gives back. This was their first event which was a huge success.

follow @5ForChange or go to 5forchange.co.za

Frankie Fenner Meat Merchants

Andrew Brauteseth — Mon, 23 Jan 2012 06:02:26 +0000

Ethically sourced meat. Brought to you by Andrew & Nicole & Daniella & Bond & Frankie. There’s also @andUnion beer. And Deluxe coffee.
Metal Lane, 8 Kloof Street (near the bottom of Kloof street). Follow @FrankieFenner or order from www.ffmm.co.za

Corps et Âmes

Andrew Brauteseth — Sun, 22 Jan 2012 09:39:12 +0000

A beautiful short film by Jean-Baptiste Mondino features 31 upcoming actors and actresses who are celebrated in an annual ceremony “Les révélations” hosted French luxury jewelers Chaumet.

I have no idea what they’re saying. Something about. Look at me, right now, nude body and mind free / enduring no pressure but from me I commit my whole being, Still virgin / I yield I’m getting back to abnormal / my DNA forever scattered / I join in Escaped from myself / My art will be to play / I will be the skin of your dreams / I’ll thrill subtle words / Like fruits on my tongue I give you my skin bloody / praised fulfilled / by laughs and tears I will take your breath away / with lights with cries with crowd/ I want to get drunk, you’re impossible you’re undisclosable / will take on my face / should the cold, the jitters the hours of incertitude I will remain deaf to the void / I believe I dive right now, nude / body and mind free I commit my whole being, look at me, look at me, La voie est libre/La voix est libre The coast is clear/The voice is free. (Corrections are welcome.)

first seen on iconolo.gy

Clarke’s

Andrew Brauteseth — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 11:01:45 +0000

Clarke’s has just opened over the holidays on Bree Street. We’ve been hanging out there lately. Their burgers are insane.
133 Bree Street. Cape Town. Follow @ClarkesDining

Kirstenbosch Summer Concerts

Andrew Brauteseth — Mon, 16 Jan 2012 05:14:16 +0000

Sunday afternoon with friends. Wine. Nature. Sunshine. Music. Whats not to like. Yesterday was packed.

How we spent the rest of the evening

Andrew Brauteseth — Fri, 13 Jan 2012 05:08:09 +0000

A few months ago we were traveling in Zanzibar. By pure chance one afternoon we hired a dhow and spent the evening parked off the coast, diving into that incredible blue water and drinking Safari beers with some new friends we made on the island. It’s difficult to describe how incredible those few hours were. I’ve done a very loose cut of the footage I took just to try and tell the story.

I’ve got some more shots of Zanzibar here.

Joburg I’m trying so hard to love you…

Andrew Brauteseth — Thu, 12 Jan 2012 10:57:19 +0000

Joburg I’m trying so hard to love you. Your tuscan vistas backdropped by powerlines and jacaranda branched forests bare and empty-handed during dry winters. Your signposted billboard-littered hillsides shouting skin moisturisers, Outsurance green and cell-phone deals by the starterpack. Your messages of capitalism guiding me to plastic-same malls filled with plastic-same products on plastic-same shelves in plastic air-conditioned hallways with the Nu Metro on the one side and the Megastore on the other. Filled with echoing sounds of credit cards swiping. Clicks of economy. Ants working the hive. The way you overdub your morning drive with Gareth Cliff as you fall into weekly work trances. Your love for Facebrick and construction sites. They way you leave blue PVC pipes next to the road like pieces of your history. Important but cumbersome. Your highways carrying crime statistics and end of month loan repayment worries driving you late into the night and keeping me awake in my hotel room. Your flyovers, intersections and intestines connecting a stomachache of anxious knots and traffic-jam near misses. An empty network of possibilities leading everywhere and nowhere filled with swarms of GP ZYSOMETHING number plates. A web suspended in the Highveld spun by ambitions and hijack statistics and seaside dreams and imported handbags and opinions forming a confused interlocking economy of spiritual petty crime. Your fast happy chewing gum peroxided people buzzing in cars squeezed over hot tar pushing adrenalin levels and bending fenders. Your complete disregard for changing lanes and changing history. Your AUDI and BWM dealerships, those gleaming silver steel churches of the motorway. The way you say it how it is. Your Grant and Aneles chattering cosmo gossiping. Your JMPD orange. Your radio stations broadcastings swedish house over frequencies from Benoni to Fourways to H20. To crocodile arenas. To backstage parties. To picnics on rooftops in downtown hipster Arts on Main type spots. Always the alarm bells of electronic synthetic beating. Your massive expanses of car parks. Huge deserts of 6 x 4 white lined spaces. Harbors filled and emptied with the tide of cars and commerce. The cactuses and wimpy dusty quick stops 95 fill it up check the oil and water. Your office parks. The humdrum mines of mouseclicks and desktop computers operated by sweaty Markhams white collars ordering and inboxing and booking Kulula flights to Plett. Your blue light brigades delivering politics and irate newspaper headlines. You wardrobes of khaki and dragon inspired kitsch. The way you like to water the lawn on Saturday mornings. Your love for supplements. Your need for speed and ripped abs and big backs and MTN advertising campaigns and almost fake handbags. Your warm windless weather and golden afternoons promoting post-curricular activities like cricket highlights on Supersport DSTV, affairs and going to GAME to find gas braais. Your smiling jaw boom gates, a frightening welcome at every entrance. The way you laugh so loudly in Woolworths queues. Your Parkhursts, Parkmores, Parktowns, MTB Prawns. Your pothole politics fixing up culture up as we drive along. Your energetic acidic addictive taste for success. The way you disguise your most beautiful girls in Ed Hardy and baseball caps and pink lipgloss. Shrouded like abayas delivering a small town message in big town envelopes of clashing textiles. The way you lock yourself up at night. Your over-burnt coffee that singes my tongue in the mornings. Your thunderstorms clouding up afternoons, an exploding steam of pressure that leads into the evening. You landed here like a golden promise. Like a page that slipped from the Bible. A promised land. Like God’s land. And you claimed up stakes of the Witwatersrand. Mapped up your spaces with RealtyOne and Seeff FOR SALE. Scratching the face of the earth and with axes and picks digging for gold and leopard print. You’re capitalization, globalization, cynicisization, manifestation, mesmerization. Joburg I’m trying so hard to love you but I guess I just don’t understand you.