KEEP LIVING IT VIVIDLY GRAND
People like changes. And so do we. In a good way at least.
And that is why Vividly Grand had its brand new makeover. The layout is still something of a working progress, but we’re enjoying every moment of it! Granted, we have been posting a decent amount of fiction lately, but who can resist some good and fresh literature when it presents itself in the spur of the moment?
The Good Life
Sprezzatura
Sprezzatura Italy has been and remain long associated with elegant clothing, sophisticated class, and of course, with the very masculine descendants of true roman sons, the epitome of what it means to be dressed like a true gentleman. Naturally, it can get a bit...
Drama, Theatre and Film – Micia
Drama, Theatre and Film - Micia De Wet The world of theatre and film has for the most part been undervalued and underappreciated in South Africa, especially when compared with the European culture of the industry. I then came across Micia, and asked her if she would...
THE SARTORIALIST
THE SARTORIALIST Bloggers want to be him. New Yorkers adore him. And photo journalists has been copying his techniques for goodness-know, how many years now. The very special, (and may I add,) very creative man behind the camera in the streets of, well most major hubs...
From Dubai
FROM DUBAI Amazing stories from South Africans in Dubai keep making the rounds, and so we ventured to have a chat with L’re van Rooyen. For the last year or so, L’re has ardently been working in a royalty of palaces in the United Arab Emirates, attending to the ‘pets’...
Not at all your average hunting meat
Riga Merchants are merchants of name. We pride ourselves in the quality of every single product coming from our platforms. That is why we do not purchase any meat that has been hunted during the South African hunting season, nor do we except any meat from game...
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Sunday Afternoon
Sunday afternoon By Johannes Adriaan Snyman “This is absolute nonsense, I’m taking her to the doctor. There is nothing more to say. End of discussion.” It was the words of Rassie Koch, fearsomely echoing against the walls of the quiet living room on a Sunday...
The Headmaster
The headmaster By Johannes Adriaan Snyman “Klaradyn?” the headmaster of the school said as he saw the total lack of emotion on the face of the sixteen-year-old teenager sitting across from his desk. “Are you more comfortable in German or English?” She was staring at...
Klaradyn
Klaradyn By Johannes Adriaan Snyman If a young gentleman found himself to be a passenger in the front seat of a dark green government truck, slowly driving from Pretoria in a westward direction, he would have come to a small town by the name of Duikersdrift. The young...
