Fotografiemuseum Amsterdam

It was a somewhat solitary weekend for me. My partner opted to work all day on Saturday, and had a scheduled visit to see his mother on Sunday. This left me with two options – stay home and do next to nothing, or go out and enjoy a rare, beautiful, sunny weekend. Easy choice.
With nothing to eat at home, I had to grab something somewhere along the way. Problem was I didn’t want to eat someplace which I couldn’t enjoy (or criticize) with my partner. Luckily I saw an old friend from my recent past.

Through rain, hale, sleet and freezing cold, I almost always had my work lunch at WoktoWalk. In the land of tasteless bread sandwiches, it was heavenly having rice for lunch, freshly cooked with strips of beef, veggies, and teriyaki sauce. That was my favorite combination. After over a year of not having any, once I saw their sign from afar, it was a no-brainer.

They actually served it on a plate! Before it normally came in a take-out box. Felt very civilized.

In the land of the bland, the jasmine rice is king.
Afterwards I thought I’d give myself a different perspective and go to FOAM, a museum/gallery about photography. The three-level building had only one exhibit which incidentally opened just this past weekend. It was all about the works of Diane Arbus.
I’ve no idea who she was either.
The photos she took were from the 50s and 60s about people who weren’t quite regular folk back then. Circus people, midgets, nudists, transvestites, masochists, etc. I think it’s safe to say these are regular people in this century. Transvestites especially.

The building where it was at was one of those beautiful period buildings along the Keizersgracht, while inside everything was nicely modern. Thanks to my Museumcard the exhibit was free, and thankful more so because after going through all the photos on display there wasn’t really much to it. What was shocking in the 50s has become par for the course in this day and age. The place should actually have been called the Irony Museum as irony of ironies, for a photography museum, there was no photography allowed. I still tried though. (:

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