letterlitter

sometimes words just drop away and lie in a confused jumble on the lower consonant level...

then contritely whisper back a spare constellation of bareback alphabets...

dutchinese

my half dutch/half chinese world transposed to an amsterdam chinatown where all the made in china bicycles feel at home but may not park themselves here...

mecheeseca

Souci Souris was wearily trekking along on her pilgrimage to a fabled Land of Holy Dairy when one day she looked up and knew she was finally at the Temple of the Golden Wheels of the Sacred Kaas...

leaving her own Land of Blessed Frommage, she had hoped to discover fresh flavours and experience less complicated favours in this other ancient cheese mecca, but soon realized that she needed to go home again to more familiar tastes...

[a birthday homage to G-M T-Rat and his obsessive delight in the unpasteurized camembert that he gets to gnaw on every enlightened day in F-land!]

elefantile love

 the elefantile order of danish draft...

 the elefantile command of teutonic rank...

the olifantile rite of dutch ordinance...

moooi beauuutiful

the precarious hijinks of higher dutch design perch willy-nilly  in a sunstrewn whiteout wonderland...
the big black horses tethered at the entrance flicker their halos but never did whinnny...

moooi

Westerstraat 187

Amsterdam 

FOAMative

 

the images float in two dimensional insouciance in a room demarcated with large angled swathes of heavy blues...

the young dutch snapmeister commands his place in a lofty canalhouse museum with the formidable consideration of his inert antecedents...

[from "Still/Life:: Contemporary Dutch Photography" at FOAM (Amsterdam Museum of Photography), Keizersgracht 609, Amsterdam]

schipface

I looked up and was startled by the "face" this building was making at me - cross-eyed with tongue sticking out - somewhat comically rude, and yet so adroitly executed with the brick and tile patterning on the protruding shapes, the angled placement of the "eyes" windows and the keystone "tongue" hanging down above the entrance doorways...

adorning the facade of Het Schip built in the late 1920's by Michel de Klerk of the Amsterdam School, celebrated for its expressionistic use of materials and forms...

Museum Het Schip

Spaarndammerplantsoen 140

Amsterdam