This weekend was a 110 percent legit typical Rotterdam weekend, Too much to do in too little time. Here’s the thing in less than 100 words:

Rotterdam Weekly Opening Party at Off_Corso, support the weekly, because we’ll need a mag like that! After that, time for some food, more drinks and all that jazz. Weekly staff and and friends (and me) went to this awful place called ZIN. A travel agency slash restaurant (I kid you not) packed with obnoxious student type idiots. Never mind, the food was kind of allright and some ppl. ate bloody impala.

Then it was time to pay buddy Niels Popkema and his buddy Simon Buijs (reprazent at picture above) a visit at Smallest Weekly Art opening space in the World ‘de Aanschouw’. If you’ve never been there, you shouldn’t call yourself a Rotterdammer (if that’s even a word).

All right, 100 words ain’t gonna be easy… wrapped up it’s like this: NOW&WOW looks great and that Smirnoff-Ice wall kicks fuckin ass!!! For all you theatre addicts: Proust III (‘De kant van Charlus’) is a three hour long piece about (bassically) the sign of the times (1890 – 1920) repeating itself in the now. interesting, yet bo-o-o-o-o-ring. Instead of Duende’s Art Dancing I chose to watch ‘Gangs of New York’, and fucking LIKED it, what is wrong with all you people saying Scorcese made a Hollywood Flick?

It’s brilliant. Except for Leo doing voice overs, there’s nothing wrong with it. Pretty Long, though… Anyway, went to the Duende sunday chill, saw nothing and conquered an immense headache. Afterwards dinner with the Krakatau posse, drinks with the die hards and time for bed. Hey, after that I was here, back in the ol’ office typing it all up for you. Yeah!