Dust Bunniesby Karl Kemp / Images by Tyrone Bradley / 12.08.2012
It’s Saturday morning and I’m unsure of my existence. You become an automaton here; the route has been paved and planned and practised by two decades of preceding Oppi-goers. Watching some kind of comedy theatre explaining the “Quest for Main-Stage”. After seeing 18000 people fuck out to Fokof last night I really do understand the relevance.
Just saw Braaiboy; apparently he hasn’t gone a day without braaiing since 2009. He’s carrying around a kit rivalling a paramedic. In fact, I’m sure it’s bigger than a paramedic’s. The red skin-tight spandex ain’t helping either.
The thing most spoken at Oppikoppi Sweet Thing: “wat stink erger as ‘n snoek? ‘n Snoek se poes!” Also, “yoh bru, was so fucked last night.” And most importantly: “the fucking toiletpaper is gone!”
*All images © Tyrone Bradley / Red Bull.