In the evergrowing trend of pop up galleries, bars, cafes and stores, Europe's 3rd biggest and busiest airport Schiphol decided to give it a go and turn itself into a 1 star "Pop Up" Hotel with 4.000 beds.
Movember (the month formerly known as November) is a moustache growing charity event held each year that raises funds and awareness for men's health.
One of my photographs will be auctioned this Sunday at SIDLEE for the cause along with other Dutch and international photographers and artists including Andrea Klarin, Cleo Campert, Jan Rothuizen, Aukje Dekker, Leon Hendrickx, The London Police, Gijs Kast and many many more.
Come and bid on some great art/photography while sharing a drink with us in celebration of all our lovely men out there.
Born and raised a Catholic, it took a walk through the Vatican walls to sink the last nail on the coffin of my relationship with the all mighty Church.
It took me back to items on the Colombian evening news indirectly showcasing a race for the most extravagant Narco-King home . One more outrageous than the next. Gold sinks, priceless art and larger than life architecture. All live on TV after the inhabitant had found its death by hands of the police or his/her equals.
The power, the abuse, the lack of sense of reality...Same principle, same corrupt background for the capital that built it. The difference is, the narcos home arent treated as attractions worth traveling hundreds-thousands of kilometers. The Vatican is.
On the beauty side of things, they did have some magnificent art and light.
On the way to see some Hammershoi paintings on Mor's car we passed this house.
It looked like it had been abandoned since the 70's, very wood and yellow tones in the rooms, but it was later discovered thanks to the kids schedules still hanging on the doors that it must have been early 90s.
Damp and water had fully taken over... its their house now. Did someone die here?
No idea. Couldn't find anything on the papers about it.
Windows were all smashed into tiny triangular christals as if a bomb had exploded inside the house, yet cards, toys, towels and little intimate and personal belongings were still in their places as if the residents had just walked out the door for some milk and cookies.
While SCRMN was live painting in Dortmund TRBL went scavenger hunting through forrests and abandoned construction sites.
The ghosts of German industry past invited me to climb a fence into a place where mortal eyes dont get any rest and lose themselves in the maze of pipes, fences and tanks. A place where metal takes a life of its own and mutates into wonderful and vibrant colors only nature could have come up with. This place is called Phoenix.