My favorite museum in Gent is the one where I spent hours of sketching state-of-the-art chairs and other famous furniture. The one located right in the middle of the city centre, opposite to a little park with view on the steady floating boats passing by on the Leie river. With white walls and a tiny courtyard, perfect enough to enjoy an early spring day in the sun. Because I’m turning 26 – oh help, almost on the wrong side of the twenties. Let’s call it the best side. – and the entrance fee is only 2€ for -26 year olds, I knew I had to visit the Designmuseum again before leaving on foreign adventures. And they had an exhibition going on I was dying to see. Continue reading Old vs. New / Belgian vs. Dutch at the Designmuseum in Gent.
How much I do love art, classical art gets me bored easily. The numerous portraits, the same faces with their tiny smiles and stately postures. Dark browns and little light. Religious canvases with the same Mary over and over again. Greek gods and chubby cherubs. Yes, most of them are masterpieces of craftsmanship. Yes, they’re considered the summum of the summum of the classical art. No, I couldn’t care less. Continue reading Visit the Rijksmuseum in Amsterdam.
The Rauten-what? Exactly my reaction when my friend C. told me in Cologne to visit the Rautenstrauch-Joest-Museum. I actually didn’t really understand the name completely, so I spend the next day figuring out which museum I absolutely definitely needed to visit. – it’s clear I eventually figured out where to go – What she said sounded very promising: a museum that consists of the complete ‘souvenir’ collection of an ethnographer and world traveller, Wilhelm Joest. More than 3.500 objects from all over the world are on display, divided into thematic exhibitions. No timeline and division between cultures, but small exhibitions focusing on themes like ‘rituals’, ‘clothing’, ‘death’, ‘religion’ to emphasise the resemblances rather than the differences between cultures.
Sitting on the couch of my hostel in Washington DC, I’m wondering what I could write about my stay in the capital of the United States. I’ve never been so indecisive wether I like a city or not. Is it because of the heath? Maybe my love for New York, where I just came from? Or because this city is mainly political oriented and I’m not specifically interested in politics? Honestly, I have no idea. Continue reading What to think about you, Washington?