Matt Feldman Photography
Inside the legendary Mabu Vinyl, with Rodriguez shirts on the far wall.
In an empty and decaying train station, just before the rain, visions of journeys past.
A Christmas carroll singalong concert in the park. Mean black swans the size of 8-year olds. Casinos and strip clubs around every corner, almost as frequent as churches. There are steaming and wheezing and erupting geysers. Volcanoes. Boiling and belching mud pits. It all has an intrinsic juju that evokes the future that theologians have promised the wicked among us.
Along the southern wall of the island city.
Mabu Vinyl, the Cape Town record shop at the center of the Rodriguez universe.