Sunday, November 28, 2004


N1 lomo style vignetted portrait

Giullia shares her opinion of the food with us. It has been a long day for the youngsters

Paul 'plastic' Gadet shares some interesting stuff from the plastic trade. Preferred position 'kitchen'

In Breda Sinterklaas showed that he can ride without holding te horse

Sleepy on a Sunday morning, that is what happens when you wake up at 5:30

Saturday, November 27, 2004


Edwin Smulders gets Sinterklaas into the Story.

Roderick takes the last couple of bites, to be fully prepared to see Sinterklaas.

Fishes provides a juggler to promote the lobsters.

The Zwarte Pieten are ensuring that the adults are not to cold in anticipation of Sinterklaas. The local butchershop has supplied them with nice shirts.

Under the attention of the local television stations, the final suspects are being taken captive. All to ensure the pleasent and secure arrival of Sinterklaas.

Friday, November 26, 2004


Only brother seems to be capable of looking as he should on the N1. Some more practice is required to master the camera. Camera shake , low quality lens, no controls, no thrills, definitely the new Lomo.

The N1 has the potential to become the next Lomo, do you agree Michiel?

The first picture of Roderick with the N1

Thursday, November 25, 2004


Final movements - out of the cold

Turkish James Bond in action - no stuntmen required

contemplation for the big session

diner preparations for the big group

Tuesday, November 23, 2004


Post recreation rather than post production

The overriding question - where is the tea?

Monday, November 22, 2004


An image never around on the Internet

Marjanne is watching television, a moment to record

Who said women and technology do not mix?

Security agents control the surrounds

Even passers by on bycles are claimed for interviews

Surrounded by microphones and cameras

The crew is spotting their next interviewee

In interviews with citizens opposite views are expressed on the topic

Whilst that story is delivered, Meus is not watching the clock