Akinbode Akinbiyi writes: Weaves and afros, alongside the nakedness of razored scalps; tattoos , piercings, and clothes that signify and openly declare their brands. Sound systems blast tunes from all corners of the globe, an eclectic mix so vibrant that bodies sway in delirious shudders. The clubs, the parties, the raves oscillate between the CBD of downtown Johannesburg and the neighborhoods of Newtown, once an infamous site of impoverished and exploited labor, Melville, and Soweto. Increasingly, young people from different locales and varying economic situations co-mingle and party frenetically. Nxumalo is right there, poignantly capturing this ecstasy, this will to live and have an attitude, to be someone out there, searching, longing, and becoming. The camera, a tool of self-identification, uncovers the fleeting moments of time passing, especially the fraught time between being young and what many term ‘full adulthood.’