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Lost Photographs – Who knows who these people are?

We found a very beautiful collection of old photographs, taken in the USA, the Netherlands and what seems to be Nazi-occupied Germany and Austria. But who are the people in these photographs? If anyone has any idea, any clues as to whom these photographs used to belong to, please let us know at lostphotosfound@gmail.com

There are many clues in the photographs themselves. Like streetsigns, familiair buildings, cars and social habits that tell us the time in which these must have been taken. We see a trip on the Holland-America line, a visit to Germany, a house on fire, children playing, a sportsgame. etc.
All we know is they were bought in the Dutch city of Deventer on a market a few years back in a large suitcase…

Fragile Girls Singing in French

You might have heard about a weblog called “Filles Sourires“. It’s a website about “Fragile Girls Singing in French, Making me Sigh”. In the Dutch media it was mentioned a couple of times recently, both for example in national newspaper “De Volkskrant” as on television show “The Wereld Draait Door”. I ended up on this website a while back through some obscure link and had a look around. It was quite interesting, you should pay it a visit.

However, we musn’t forget the somewhat more classic French singers, who may or may not be fragile at all but still should be able to make you sigh. If not for their fragile faces, at least for their timeless songs. Try French music for yourself and start out with some of the heroes of times passed.

Charles Aznavour – Yesterday When I was Young

Edit Piaf – La Vie en Rose

Jacques Brel – Le Chanson des Vieux Amants

Charles Aznavour – Plus Blue que tes Yeux

Leo Ferre – Les Souvenirs

sigh…

There but for the grace..

The following sentence: “There but for the grace of you go I”  is a line from Paul Simon’s beautiful “Kathy’s Song“. 

And so you see I have come to doubt
All that I once held as true
I stand alone without beliefs
The only truth I know is you
And as I watch the drops of rain
Weave their weary paths and [...]

Requiem voor oude woorden

“Requiem voor oude woorden”

een requiem voor oude woorden
eerlang, aanstonds en alras,
oude woorden
zoals je ze vroeger wel hoorde
toen soms nog somtijds was

traagzaam gingen zij ten onder
schone frasen van weleer
de vraag rest kunnen wij wel zonder;
alwaar, ofschoon, enzomeer

het buurland bleek een onderkomen
daar raakt geen verbum in vergetelheid
en spreekt men nog zonder te schromen
van deerlijk, fier of appetijt

vooraleer [...]

A pretty woman once told me to read Strindberg, so I read Strindberg…

A pretty woman once told me to read Strindberg, so I read Strindberg. Sometimes that’s all it takes. She was at the time reading “Ensam”, stolen from her father’s book collection if I remember correctly. Ensam or “Lonely”, sometimes wrongly translated as “alone”, describes August Strindberg’s “Inferno crisis”. A period of about a year in [...]

The last weekend of the season

Seeing how the trout season was coming to an end, the last weekend of september was going to be our last chance to fish for trout. Bart, who ahd never (fly-)fished in his life before, joined Jeroen and myself for what was supposed to be a weekend of fishing for brown trout. As usual we [...]