A night at Blijburg

After visiting my God son Valentijn, Marcus, Kiara and I went to a party at Blijburg in Amsterdam. It wasn't exactly my kinda place, as I was struck by the superficiality of the summer guests, a hip scene which I escaped years ago.

I suppose that people who are working crazy hours every day need to find some kind of a release which in this case results in a post-modernistic hippie get together. We had fun though! I made lots of photographs which you can check out at WAYN and Kiara played on the trampoline. It felt like a party where Kiara's father could be at. And low and behold, in walked his whole entourage. It was fun for Kiara to be at a party with both of us present. Marcus grabbed the mic and sang some of his Reggae songs.