That's Some Next Level Sh..

We all know by now that Canada can be cold. Ottawa even took the title from Ulaanbaatar for the coldest capital in the world just a few days ago, and I’m not even mentioning temperatures reached in the northern territories earlier this week (-40 to -60 wind chill). But Torontonians know that it can be cold here, too. As in next-level frigid cold. So just to let you know we haven’t forgotten to post anything, we’re just working on some new stuff, here’s a quick ‘Hello it’s cold here too!’ for you. Have a great day!


Blood Moon

(Currently out of sight) I didn’t go out to watch. That bloody thing was just too friggin’ cold.

Pretty, but just too. Friggin'. Cold.

Annual pilgrimage to Ottawa for Christmas. Guaranteed snow. Guaranteed cold. Like face-freezing-off cold. This time combined with a trip to the National Gallery of Canada, which is definitely worth coming back to. I didn’t think I’d miss observing old masters as much as when confronted with a lovely selection in here. To say, I do miss the many options available in the Netherlands…

The Madness That Is Pacific Mall

There’s this place here called Pacific Mall. It’s a mall. Everyone knows it. But not like your ordinary ‘mall’. I believe it’s actually a tourist attraction. But not to be concise: it’s one of those places where you’d go to find anything tech-related, phone-related, Asian art-related, get your nails done, get your hair done, get some food…and to be honest anything else you could think of. This place has it all, in abundance.

Let’s not get into the parking situation. Let’s just focus on what this place is. It’s mayhem. Organized chaos, and I love it. As per expectation, everyone tries to rip you off, but you can, and should, bargain. And if they don’t have what you’re looking for, they’ll know someone who does. Around the corner.


The pics I took a few days ago were when the place was just opening for the day, hence the lack of 3 million people. And in reality, it’s much more affluent and congested as the pictures might suggest. It makes my head spin. But I got the deal I was looking for, so thanks to Uber I got what I came for. Uber might actually be (despite me not approving of their business model and actual existence) your best way of getting in here and out again. Or come in an old dingy car. Your insurance company will thank you.

This is the first post with digital pictures, heavily edited. There will be more. Film is just too bloody expensive.

Midnight Sessions & Whisky Bottles

Our globetrotting enfant terrible and name-double rock star left as fast as she came. Two weeks of eating, scrubbing, tossing, talking, music and shopping made everyone's life a bit better during the imminent onset of the Canadian winter. For some of us (ahem) it was more of a hangoverus interruptus, but that didn't mean it was any less worthwhile. I am however getting too old for that kind of torture of the liver, and my body is desperately trying to tell me it's no longer 28 years old. For a few days now.

The planned 'official' portrait sessions will have to wait till next time, so for now there's a handful of speedy Instax prints. Which all now reside in Hong Kong, where they belong. See you soon again.