Usually not a fan of finger good, but this was really good.
I thought this dj was part of some theatrical performance, but the guy was actually serious. When he noticed I took this picture, he started scratching and making faces. And oh yeah, I love the shades.
The exhibit is in Duncan's basement, a 3000 square feet atrium built into his garden, right on the Prinsengracht.
Morad and Marcel had put up a wall of work they did not create themselves, but are inspired by. A very nice gesture.
A fuzzy picture because I cracked up when I took it. I ran into an old friend, photographer Michael Ferron, with his lady Esmee and their four kids. We met on a skivacation ten years ago and Michael and I got so lost in a snow storm, we ended up skiing *uphill* and almost died laughing. When I took the picture world famous photographer Erwin Olaf jumped in the shot (with the red Coke t-shirt) next to Morad. All in all a great evening with a surprise: Morad will be a dad in four weeks. And nice to see that Michael is still crazy. He once photographed me for de Volkskrant in a pink blow up rowboat, in the shape of a Cadillac. In traffic.