(liefde – love)
(railway station blues)
(Life of a poet)
(Spending some hours in an asylum centre, somewhere in Flanders. I met quite interesting people – I forgot some art teachers for a while, again… )
(Things we do, before going to sleep)
Imagine there is only one thing you may bring along your track to eternity – what would it be?
(I asked several people and made a polaroid, sorry an instax of it).
Photography is pretty simple stuff. You just react to what you see, and take many, many pictures.
P.s. an hour ago.
(The truth about Menen)
(This week, in a colorful rebel mood)
Breda, let’s go – home.
Breda, ideas tout court.
Breda, spaces & people
Breda, ideas for a new classroom-approach.
Breda, city of luck laughing at you – bad translation.
Breda, more than just being blinded.
Breda, more than just looking.
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