The Storytelling Festival is on in Amsterdam this weekend and I am going to eat it up like an angry hoover in gravy. Or maybe a gentle swallow in dew. Depends on the stories I suppose. In any case they’re mostly happening at the NDSM.
Here’s my picks:
When the last ball is kicked, say you'll be mine...
Amsterdam blast furnace of traffic and storming youths caked in Orange marauding train platforms and festivalling through the city. Horns and yawns on vuvuzelas. Excitement, litter, beer, suncream.
People have travelled in. As I sit to take in the scenery around Muntplein there’s a one way traffic to Museumplein – where the big screen is and a hundred thousand dreams could love or die. Streams of orange feather bowers and orange, orange, orange and orange .
 | Words That Change on The Sailor and the Flower |
| Words That Change on Psyche |
 | Alexandra Coulter on Psyche |
 | Gérard on Perceived |
| Words That Change on Perceived |
