pretty freedivers

Kalamata is filled with them. For example, Iru, from South America somewhere



And Jody from Australia -who's hair catches fire around dusk



and from a bit further down under, the sultry kiwi Chris Marshall (to whom i'm quite partial)



and Ken, who's not Barbie-like at all with his exotic looks but actually is Danish



from Åland, Ingela Pingela, who's pretty serious



and pretty retarded



From Japan we have the superstylish Ryuzo



and in his team there's the Japanese version of Audrey Hepburn



even the Eastern Europeans are pretty



and our Russian champ is flawless as usual



but the prettiest of them all so far is of course Le Marc



but next week the Swedes arrive, and they're notoriously perfect. And some more frenchy Frenchness is coming. And i have yet to capture some of them fine Brits.To be continued.

janna pouts

This is Janna -she does a good pout



and you can put a lot of chopsticks in her hair

TVRrrrrrrr

luke dixon, sheriff of bee town

he bee the law

what's up?

and what's going down

where there's smoke tree there's firelight

The Cotinus -or smoke tree- doesn't only have leaves that play with light till your irises twinkle



it also has a flower that's equally dazzlingly misty in color



as it is in black and white

interview Cornelis Verhoeven 1979

This is an interview with my dad conducted in 1979, just after he'd won the Netherlands' most prestigious literary prize, the P.C. Hooftprize. If he appears to be somewhat/very grumpy and edgy, it is not just because they'd sent him an arrogant interviewer who'd never heard of him, but mostly because he was going through a divorce. But what he says about the word being a middle position between thought and action is a major theme in his work. For me this is not an easy video to watch or translate, and it isn't my dad at his best, but it does show some vulnerable sides of him i think are beautiful.

one more reason why i love water

spiders can't swim

where pebbles live

Turns out pebbles are from Brighton



which is understandable for it's a nice place to hang out

we bee pollen

Bees are a bit obsessed





i mean, they really get into it



but then, sometimes they get reflective about it

can i take your portrait?

After years of battling my shyness and losing, finally there was a face so etched with experience, so wonderfully lit, and with such kind eyes, that i had to get over myself and ask the hard question: can i take your portrait?



His name is Lawrence, he lives on a wagon, he has a shih tzu. It's not the first time someone asked to take his picture; he was in the Guardian, in an article on people with alternative lifestyles. But it was my first time asking a total stranger to sit for me -or remain seated, as the case was.

Thank you, Lawrence. You made a difficult thing very easy.