Max loves wooden spoons and this plastic rat. Funny little guy.
Things are getting pretty hectic around here. Just ten days till we board a plane and travel halfway around the globe to a tiny land we call home. I'll be taking photos for sure but posts might get a bit sporadic. So please bear with me during this crazy transition. It's been eight years since I've lived in New Zealand. I can't believe it's been so long.
The TC Bookshop is open every Saturday from 2-8pm at OT301. Check it out. It's very cool.
Today we were meant to go to London. It's a long story, but we didn't make it. Which was a real bummer, not least because I had a special present for Mariko: Croissants in a can! So Mariko these croissants are for you. But please don't feel too sad that you didn't get to share them with us, they really aren't that good.
Waterlooplien market has a weird feel. Kind of a bit homelessnessness. A term that Toby and I use to describe things that are not quite right. And some people's take on fashion. A bit like derelict. Conjures ups funny smells, baggy trousers tobacco stains and bit of madness. But also freedom.
Angela came over from London for a fleeting visit to meet Max before I whisk him to the other side of the world. They got on pretty well. This goodbye thing is beginning to get hard.
Thanks for all the kind words and feedback on my book Watchers. It's so great to put something out into the world that I loved making and find it resonates with others.
My Oma told me that when she left the Netherlands sixty years ago, lace curtains hung in every window and still, lace curtains hang in her house. In the present day, this has become an outdated, old fashioned tradition, slowly being replaced by more modern means.
What initially drew me to this subject was how a simple ritual of privacy can be extraordinarily beautiful. People hang lace curtains to create a barrier between private and public worlds. Photographing the lace defies this barrier. In the glass window, a reflection is also captured. The photographer is peering out, whilst appearing to peer in. This creates a conversation between the photographer, the inhabitant and the viewer that explores the themes of voyeurism and privacy.
These books are a swansong to Amsterdam, created in my last weeks of living here. Crafted with loving attention to every detail, each copy is beautifully hand-bound, with its' own lace window cover.
They are selling for €35.00 and are available here. But if you feel like picking up a copy and holding it with your own two hands, Boekie Woekie here in Amsterdam are also stocking them.