Wednesday, 9 April 2014


Exhibition, Thursday May 1st, 20.00 - 24.00 Hours
NEST De Constant Rebecqueplein 20B, The Hague

Curator: Charlott Markus
A short lived exhibition, 4 hours in which a mark and  reminder is left that most things perish, vanish or evaporate; even though we, as humans, leave marks and traces behind to be found, to be considered and to be reflected on.
'Some things perishable' has the ambition to be a poetic but confrontational experience. Life and things disappear but will also reappear in different shapes, creating marks and traces.

Sunday, 9 March 2014



Sometimes pictures contain no memories. 
During my trip to Cambodia this winter I used a Agfa Clack. It is hard to see what the camera sees.  

The echo of the 19th century explorers can be felt at the temples of Angkor.
The roots of the magnificent jungle trees pierce through the ancient stones.
The stones are kept together by the roots of the trees and balance like contortionists on top of each other. Pieces of stone scattered over kilometers of ground, most of it is a huge impossible to solve puzzle by now. 

The reality of our world is not very far.
A light tap on your leg by the hands of a small child. 
"one dollar miss, one dollar".

Thursday, 13 February 2014

Story lines

If the sounds of your thoughts become quieter, the sounds of a city as loud as New York will become a pleasant soundtrack.

Walking  for 15 minutes noting down the sounds as they enter my ears. 
The list of the underneath things is what I could still decipher from my own handwriting.

Writing while walking
car passing by 
signal of a truck in reverse, loud beeping sound
signal of a truck in reverse, loud beeping sound
whistling man (“ New York, New York” - Frank Sinatra)
high heels
two men talking
rhythmic sound of high heels
screaming child
children’s laughter
car honk
two women talking
small girl talking, man answering
something heavy hits the ground
car honk mixed with children’s voices
car passing by in high speed
sound of distant helicopter
voice “no, half half”
car honk
man’s voice
voice “where did she go?”
voice “Hey”
truck slowing down
signal of a truck in reverse, loud beeping sound
voice “ right can you see me?”
sound of birds
sound of a piece of paper scratching the pavement as it moves in the wind
people exiting a door
an ambulance in the distance
crackling paper bag
slamming door
starting car
wheels of a shopping cart
a shout
blowing bag
voice “Robert, come and take a pee”
running footsteps

my own phone rings and stop listing to the surrounding sounds.

12 February 2014

"A big accident has happened in Greenwich village," The taxi driver tells me. "We can not take 7th avenue." "A big accident, a scaffold came down, the bus driver got killed.”

I hear a group of women talk about the same accident in a shop.
I live across the road from where it happened and I didn’t hear anything.“We just had our windows replaced, they must be really good these new windows.” they giggle

I am taking a few pictures of a cardboard “homeless bed “that I saw the other day and is now shed in a beautiful morning light.

Behind me I hear a loud growl and I look into the wild blue eyes of a man grasping things from the garbage bin. I wonder if this is his bed.

He comes up to me puts his face very close to mine, a cafe au lait substance is dripping from his beard and he says“you wanna take pictures?” “you should go to 7th avenue.”“The guy stole a truck and then he KILLED a busdriver!” 

I look at him and thank him for telling me this.
I tell him how sorry I feel for the busdriver. 

He walks off.
His once blue shimmering coat says Runner on the back.

A man with a Starbucks coffee in his hand walks by crosses a woman with a black duffel coat

New York is a stage with endless smaller and bigger story lines.

Saturday, 18 January 2014

Walking slowly

Thursday, 5 December 2013

Selfportrait for Anja Rubik's 25 magazine

Tuesday, 19 November 2013

Singapore memories 

During my stay in Singapore for the Chanel resort show 2014, I kept a journal in which I wrote down my experiences and observations of Singapore. 
Every day I used one phrase from my journal to embroider onto a black Chanel dress.
Upon arrival the black dress was still in its original state. By the time of my departure a small story, a collage of embroidered words spins around the fabric.
Together with photographer Theo Captein, with whom I have collaborated on previous projects, we photographed the process and made a little film of the dress moving around in Singapore. You can watch this by following this link:

Tuesday, 29 October 2013

Slowing down time