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So, one sunny afternoon Annelijn and I wanted nothing more than just be lazy and eat an enormous breakfast on the balcony. We actually made sure the breakfast was realised (white beans in tomato sauce and hashbrowns is where it’s at y’all!) but afterwards we weren’t lazy at all. We got onto our bikes and cycled all the way to Zaandam for the 18hrs festival. Let me start by saying I’m mostly very positive and almost always have a good time at parties. But let me tell you guys; I’m never going outside the ring road again!
While we we’re cycling (“It’s like we’re a family from the countryside; just going for a bike ride because we have nothing else to do.”) we pondered all the girls who had to cycle home by themselves because the road you had to take was abandoned, filled with trees and at night-time probably very dark. The bus you could take was ten Euro. Hmm, point lost for the festival.
I read on another site ‘when you get an artist band as a photographer..the festival can only be good.’ Well, it seems we got ripped of with our ‘crew’ bands by the perpetually angry door bitch. Maybe it was because there weren’t a lot of people, or maybe it wasn’t the right crowd who showed up. Either way, it was a bit disappointing. I wish I could sugar coat this for you guys but the 18hrs festival lacked the good vibe. Maybe if you downed a few drinks within minutes, the atmosphere would magically appear, but unfortunately, we had to cycle all the way home and prefered to stay sober. The music was good, the audience seemed to have a good time but I it wasn’t really for us. It just comes to show, Zaandam isn’t Amsterdam.
Fortunately, I was with a pro, who was able to make some beautiful pictures of a festival that could have been a lot better.
Pictures by Annelijn Hooij
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