There’s no city as beautiful as Amsterdam. Even the outskirts of the city are better looking than in other countries. What I find really cool is that the city is so small. You can walk everywhere, it’s almost like a museum. Everyday, I walk home along the Keizers canal and everyday again I acknowledge its beauty.
When I opened my first Amsterdam venue Noa back in 2000, there was a great diversity in parties and clubs. Originality was thriving, there were fun, crazy initiatives. Now it’s more of the same. Chalk board, stone wall. That sheepish behaviour.
The same goes for looks. I’ve had a beard for a long time, about 12 years. And the tattoos have been there just as long. But I’d almost start feeling ashamed of it these days. Don’t get me wrong: I’ve got no regrets whatsoever, because this is my style. But to those who don’t have any tattoos yet, I recommend not to start. You stand out without them.
I’m forty-five now and past my midlife crisis. I’ve become more serene, but that does not mean I choose the easy route in new initiatives. I do what my heart tells me to, even if it means I have to put my balls on a chopping block. It feels like we’ve reached a point where hipster is in decline and finally there’s more room for individuality.