The Horse Trainer

Posted on Apr 25, 2014 | No Comments
I probably made the worst mistake ever when approaching a scottish man: I asked him something about his skirt. ‘It’s not a skirt. Don’t ever say that again,’ he rightly responded. Luckily, he wasn’t easily offended by nature and we had a nice chat after all. Born on a horse farm in Scotland, he grew up training horses. After having performed the job for a few years in the region, he was asked to come to Egypt to advise their army in horse training. But it wasn’t a big success. ‘Of course not. It’s the men there, they won’t take advice. Too macho.’ On his way back home he spent a few days in Amsterdam and never left. Now he runs his friends’ market stall at the Noordermarkt. He sometimes misses the horses. And Scottish weather.


Hipster Fairy Princess

Posted on Apr 23, 2014 | No Comments


Posted on Apr 22, 2014 | No Comments

Let me introduce you to J.J. Cruising the streets of the Jordaan district on a daily basis, he’s a well-known character in the area. And he has quite an interesting life story, I found out. He was born in Philadelphia, fought in Vietnam, andĀ fell in love in Amsterdam. But it was the sixties and love wasn’t everlasting nor bound to one place, so he wandered off to see some more of the world. It took a few years and some adventures abroad, but eventually he returned to Amsterdam to settle there for good. And now, as a retired man, he spends his days in the streets socializing with people in the Jordaan district. If you’re in the neighborhood, you’ll see him drive by in his mobility scooter, always good-tempered and cheerfully greeting everyone on his way.

Who’s your barber

Posted on Apr 21, 2014 | No Comments

Baby Blue

Posted on Apr 20, 2014 | No Comments

‘It’s your lucky day: usually I only wear black’



Posted on Apr 19, 2014 | No Comments

This is Leen with his wooden bike. He’s built the bike himself after a sketch by a Danish designer he found online. As the sketch was meant to be only esthetic, there was no scale nor measurements in the drawing. It didn’t discourage Leen, though, and he just roughly estimated the proportions and started his project, he proudly tells me. The result looks really fancy, but exactly how well does it actually ride, was my question. That I had to find out myself, Leen responded, so I hopped on for a short ride. Solid, light, agile, I concluded: Leen should start his own brand.

Pink College

Posted on Apr 17, 2014 | No Comments


The Convert

Posted on Apr 14, 2014 | No Comments

Komt helemaal goed, schat

Posted on Apr 13, 2014 | No Comments

Most probably the liveliest sales man at the IJ-HallenĀ flee market, I heard him from far away while he was singing loudly to recommend his goods. In a reply to my question if he would take a pose in front of the camera, he sang: ‘Komt helemaal goed, schat’ (that’s gonna be just fine, hon), and spread his arms like a competent folk singer.


Posted on Apr 12, 2014 | No Comments