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South Africa's Untouchables
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CURRENT AFFAIRS
There’s a new class of über-elite at the southern tip
of Africa, a wealthy and politically well-connected network of powerful individuals who are managing to evade the law, despite being associated with fraud, money laundering, criminal activities, and even murder
By Mandy de Waal
Illustration by Jerm
It was Monday, February 25th, 2013, when a self-described prince, Sifiso Zulu, walked out of Serfontein Prison on the outskirts of Pietermaritzburg, a free man. Zulu had served
a mere nine months of a three-year sentence for culpable homicide.
SAMA Smackdown
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Twenty 13
Can The Muffinz outgun pop startlets Toya Delazy and ChianoSky? Who the hell are Blackbyrd? and is Kelly Khumalo really a contender? ROLLING STONE breaks it down.
By Diane Coetzer & Miles Keylock
Let’s face it, it’s been a middling year for female artists actually releasing records – but to omit the wondrous Tailor and startlingly inventive Cama Gwini in favour of any of the five nominees here is like choosing machinemade soft serve over bespoke Italian gelato. It’s not that talent’s lacking in Maleh, Dikana and Mbambo’s records, or that Ms Khumalo’s comeback stiffed. But, aside from ChianoSky’s sassy pop punch (and we’re being generous), there’s truthfully not much here that hasn’t beendone before
Simphewe Dana
There's Music in the Air
Prime Circle’s lead singer talks bluntly about the battles a rock band has to fight to stay on top for over a decade.
By Suede
Photography by Gavin Kleinschmidt
A yellow cab culls itself from the grazing herd of lala land traffic. It screeches to the kerb outside a two-storey concrete building to Hollywood Boulevard at 1606 Argyle Avenue. Unpleasantries are exchanged and a fistful of crisp U.S. bills change hands through the bulletproof glass separating the driver and his fare. The back
door flies open under the lazy gaze of the setting California sun and a pair of wary stiletto heels plant themselves on the tarmac.
Rolling Stone Issue 18
Bon Jovi
May 21, 1987
The poster boys of the Eighties perm – notorious for their niceness – kicked content to the kerb in favour of the flair that would see them rise to global success on a wave of female adulation. Their fan base may have grown up, but the devotion still runs deep.
By Susan Orlean
Jon Bon Jovi’s hair is about 14 inches long. Its colour is somewhere between chestnut and auburn, and the frosty streaks in it give it a sizzling golden sheen. When Jon musses it or boosts it with a squirt of hairspray, it flares around his face like a nimbus, a halo – an aura of shiny fuzz. The hair has great body and good texture and a nice, natural wave, and the ends don’t look the least bit split. He calls it ratty, but that’s just a blu .