This hunting season I got the cover of Volkskrant's Vonk, for a very interesting interview with wildlife biologist and hunter Geert Groot Bruinderink, who has an unusual take on the reasons behind hunting.
Vice Magazine now has a platform for food-inspired journalism: Munchies. In their column "hunter-gatherer", my first piece was just published on duck hunting with Dutch aristocrats. Check out the first article about duck hunting with Dutch aristocrats. Stick around for the next issue about duck sausage making!
Quote Magazine sent me to the coast of Croatia and Montenegro for a summer special. Here is a sneak preview of two rare Montenegrin beauties at the grand opening of a hotel in the local yacht harbor. More to follow!
Literary journal Cooper Street recently published my short story "The Hilton", a short piece about brain throbbing, eyeball awareness and other travel delights. Read the full story here!
9:04 PM. My flight was uneventful. No delays, no customs trouble, no luggage left behind. I wore my most comfortable airplane ensemble, repeatedly lathered my face with cream and hydrated constantly. Still, my brain feels swollen, throbbing numbly. A buzzing sound follows me across the airport terminal.
My glassy eyes will only focus the second after I squint them super hard, so I grind into them with my fists. I try to calculate how many hours I’ve been awake, but there’s a time difference I can’t figure out because I’ve been awake for however many hours it is I’m unable to calculate.
9:14 PM. In line at Avis Rent-A-Car. The light has the same sickly fluorescent glow now as at 4 AM, so even if my watch can tell what time it is, my body can’t. The only thing I’m really aware of is that my eyes are opened very widely. I stare at my green-hued reflection in the brown windows, blinking like an owl, until it’s my turn.
Who knows how long this takes—all of a sudden I’m facing a girl whose name I read off her tag and forget instantly. The light renders the color of her hair so drab I can’t put a name to it either. The girl asks me “Higoodeveninghowareyoutonightdidyouhaveaniceflight?”
THE FIRST STORY IN A SERIES of food-related stories and story-related recipes.
Read about my experience with competitive pie-eating and pig racing in the USA.
" ... buckets overflowing with the unchewed stomach contents of the weaker contestants. I am giddy with anticipation. I’m just a nine dollar fare away from honest-to-goodness, all-American peristaltic entertainment."
In order to celebrate their ten-year anniversary, Capricious Magazine made a photo book dedicated entirely to horses: High Tails. I am honored to have contributed four of my own horse photos to this publication. Other photographers include Dorothea Lange, Helmut Newton, Tim Flach, Nan Golding, Jill Greenberg, Ryan McGinley, Charlotte Dumas and many others. It's such a beautiful publication, even if I wasn't featured in it I would have bought it on sight. My compliments to publisher Sophie Mörner. You can order High Tails here.
Vrij Nederland sent journalist Thijs Broer and me out to do a story on sustainable fishing. We spent two days and nights on a boat along the North Sea coast, of which I spent the first 24 hours thoroughly nauseated. Despite that, it was one of the greatest editorial assignments I've ever done, and watching the water and skies turn every different color imaginable was worth being up at all hours.
Sea Palace is a huge and famous Amsterdam restaurant, and I shot a reportage there for Parool Magazine. That day, a traditional Chinese wedding took place and homemade dim sum was served.
Meet Johnny, a toy poodle who was imported from Japan, competing in the 'Dog of the Year' show. Johnny is one of the stars in a short documentary I'm working on about show dogs. Stay tuned for more news!
So here's something I never in a million years expected to do: I entered in a poetry competition, and I actually won. Here's the link to the winning poem from the 2014 Amsterdam Writers Guild poetry slam.
If You Don't Care for Fucking, You Might as Well Go Home and Die Already
When I hear
that killer whales masturbate
it makes me wonder
Read full poem here