Mike the bibliophile, oenophile, sarcastic and sesquipedalianist. He likes long ironic walks on the promenade and prefers his coffee to be blacker than his skinny jeans.
When not quoting from The Decameron or ranting about the various uses of legumes, he can be seen in one of the very smoky and ill-lit bars that litter the Mother City where he tends to get his libation.
He does not read Shakespeare, as he feels it is too mainstream. He might be convinced to settle for Chaucer, but never ever something as banal as Austen.
Trynity doesn’t identify with any of the tags which society tries to shove onto her. This bohemian is often spotted at Wellness Warehouse where she sips on her organic cold-pressed juice.
She is a talented trumpet player who plays music so obscure not even the artist has heard of it. You can find her playing shows at venues which are far too rad for the likes of yourself, but they might let you in as a satirical nod to social custom.
This creative does not conform and is morally outraged by the lack of hand-picked, organic, fair trade coffee beans in the Mother City.
You’ll find Marika strolling through foot and flea markets, rummaging for a necklace or a rad dress in vintage and secondhand-stores. She doesn’t do basic mainstream shopping.
Bored of lame dances such as the foxtrot or salsa she swings to the Big Band Jazz sounds of the 30’s and becomes a cray cray Lindy-hop-dancer.
“If it ain’t vinyl she don’t own it.”
Brazilian traveler looking for the best beer in the world.
Deal with it.