Roche' Concierge

my Thoughts,
my Emotions,
my Actions,
my Happyness

Underwater ?!
x-escape-from-reality-x:

unter We Heart It.

i Don’t know what it is, but i love this a lot.

x-escape-from-reality-x:

unter We Heart It.

i Don’t know what it is, but i love this a lot.

x-escape-from-reality-x:

……. unter We Heart It.

100’s

x-escape-from-reality-x:

……. unter We Heart It.

100’s

It’s about time Dean surrenders to his emotions.Good for you Dean :)

One of my favs that i did a few hours ago.

Model Vicky Lawrence chilling in the back seat on the way to do a shoot.

We finally arrived in Rostock Germany,hitching rides all the way from Den Haag city in the Netherlands. We had not much money left and found this punk squat and spoke to the owner who had a careful look at us and offered a space on the stage in the basement to which we accepted and slept there for 5 nights. We arrived at the squat which looked quite intimidating from the outside with graffiti everywhere and and blocked out windows. The first night It was cold and we had no blankets to which one of the girlfriends of the guys brought us a blanket each while we were shivering whilst trying to sleep in the early hours of the morning. I remember never being so grateful for a blanket at that time. We got to meet everyone in the squat and every body was so nice and interested in us. They offered up the usage of their stoves for us to wash and make food for ourselves. Everybody in the squat had jobs during the day time and only the drug dealers would be at home during the day to which we got our supply of weed from. It was snowing throughout the the 5 days and we spent every morning going to the bakery’s buying some decent bread rolls and coffee and planing our next move. No one spoke hardly any English and we spent most of the time listening to others and trying to talk back in sign language which is very fun especially after a few bongs of hash. After spending two weeks on the road hitchhiking through Germany in the winter and two months working at a hostel in the Netherlands I ran out of money and had to fly back home to Cape Town, South Africa.   


A quick pen sketch of my great grandmother. “Sannie”

This was my final exhibition for my graduation from art school at which I studied photography major for 3 years.
These are confiscated weapons and objects from a reformatory school that I grew up in the 1990’s until 2002. My father was deputy headmaster of the school and dealt with most of the discipline. He kept all the confiscated stuff in a box in the garage of our house and I dug it up recently and decided to use the objects as fine art photography pieces for my final exhibition, which was a success.
These objects were confiscated because they posted a threat to pupils,staff and public safety. 

Rostock, Germany.
Winter 2012.

My First Teaching


To live is to listen and trust your intuition like that one wondering ant you see wondering along who seems lost does, to find the sugar in the house and goes off to tell the other little ants about it. Notice how it’s strength lies in its intuition and its weakness lies in it’s intelligence. This is a type of balance of all living things in this universe. We as humans are the most balanced creatures in on this earth. our weakness is our imbalance with our minds and our hearts and our strength is our alinement with both.

-this is my little paradox on a aspect of living.

Arrived in Bremen,Germany late in the night and checked into a pack packers hostel. We spent 2 days here in the city catching up on some rest and to stock up on supplies and treated ourselves nicely as a reward for getting ourselves half way to our destination.

Hitching at that stage to Munster to get closer Hamburg. waited 2 hours at this spot in Lunen for a lift. We managed to get a lift into Bremen later that evening, which was further than we expected to go thanks to an awesome couple in their BMW who took us quite a long way.