I never liked politics. The ‘game’ disgusts me. The people appall me. But the thing is – politics have made it to my backyard, like they do when you’re growing up. So I’ve taken an interest in it. I try to listen to what politicians…
I never liked politics. The ‘game’ disgusts me. The people appall me. But the thing is – politics have made it to my backyard, like they do when you’re growing up. So I’ve taken an interest in it. I try to listen to what politicians…
There’s a lot going on in the streets of San Diego. There are markets where they s almost entirely organic mustard, surfers follow their nose to the ocean, hay makes a fine background for a Halloween stand and pigeons keep watch over traffic lights. I…
Vlak naast de boulevard in de buurt van Seaport Village staat een box met het kostuum van een mannelijke marinier en een vrouwelijke marinier erop – alsof ze zitten. Zwarte laarzen ernaast, heel mysterieus. Dus daar maak ik een foto van. ‘Do you know what…
Op de straten van San Diego gebeurt een hele hoop. Er zijn markten waar ze (bijna volledig) biologische mosterd verkopen, surfers volgen hun neus naar de oceaan, hooibalen vormen decor voor een Halloween stand en duiven houden de wacht over de stoplichten. Die laatste wil…
It’s Saturday and we are too late for Joan Baez. The Golden Gate Park seems flooded by a wave of people and we dive into the woods, looking for a last place to sit. We can barely see the stage, but the guards are just…
There are all kinds of heroes. They all provide an example somewhere and they’re all unreachable and unique. I have many in my life. John McClane for starters: someone who does everything wrong but saves the world by doing so. Someone with whom it’s not…
My left breast is getting squished against the window pane and the window-ledge pokes in my ribs as the three of us are watching the fireworks that are being lit up over our city. Our view is perfect. On the left shines the New Years…
It’s a nice summer afternoon. As if Twitter had set everyone up to it, all young people are taking over the park dragging bottles of pink wine and bags full of baguettes and pate with them. Men are controlling the barbecue and kick some balls…
While the metro climbs the high cold of San Francisco, the people on board are discussing the best way to enter the festival. 23rd Street, says Mark, who doesn’t have a specific artist that he wants to see – he’s ‘just happy to be off…