Rehearsals

No costumes, no set, no special lighting. Just a cold winter Saturday (still snowless - so is it really winter already?), a semi-empty space, natural light, natural actors and my slightly unnatural camera and I end up with a few photos I like.

Making me dizzy

just watching him spin (but this might also be due to my recent rather faint nature).

Audience participation

when the audience is just as good as the actors.

Story slam

is about regular people (yup just like you and me) who come and tell their true life stories and yet some people come on stage and tell you an intimate and embarrassing story as if they were true professionals.

A portrait

of the drummer as a young man (taken mid concert, of course).

In one hour

they took me back to the 1970s (and the few memories I have of them), threw me to night of my prom in the 90s (and the few memories I have of it) and dragged my sorry ass to the here and now (little do I want to remember of this period).

We are

always nostalgic and pining for something (if it isn't for the fjords, it is for the milkfloat).

Return

to the empty, yet full gallery.

Today's fears

in the basement, shadows from the past in the attic. 

Shame

she didn't make it to the Eurovision song contest, I am sure she would do well.

Government approved

forms of torture.

When rappers

publish books and promote the on the national alcohol day. 

Sometimes

you have a day off and you go to a photo exhibition, to see what the others do, and suddenly you find yourself walking on top of the white cliffs, with the sun just slightly out of bounds.

It is a funny

thing, life. I started off photographing mainly concerts and now I photograph mostly performances, but in reality I just love all forms of human creativity. And if I could I would go and see it all.

Anatomy of a meeting

and yet I did not feel the need to dissect.

Teenagers

in love.

Opening night

which meant I hat to sit still (and take just a few photos through a vail like thingy) .

Dress rehearsal

as this was the dress rehearsal I might as well post a few photos, just to give you a feel:

if memories don't give you a fit, nothing will

.

Back to rehearsals

And this was the first time I saw the entire performance (including the short film insert I worked on).

So, tell me,

why did the chicken cross the road?

To be fair

there was a Please keep your beemers out of the park sign.

Antichrist

la deuxième fois.

Waiting...

for the phone to ring.

...and

on old Roland.

I need to

brush up on this thing called love a bit...

The musician

and the artist at the opening.

Another one

of them (way too many things in a single day)
First I went to see what the young actors and directors are up to at the academy. 

 It is kind of like a sneak preview of what is going to come in years to come. The first show seemed a great exercise for the actors, not quite as thrilling for the public – but hey, I did invade their learning grounds, so that’s the way it should be really. After this show I rushed to

The march in support of the student radio. Of course, they were well behind schedule, so they were not where we (me and a few of the performers) were. But it gave me a bit of time to chat and not much before I was about to go the people arrived to the square. I said a quick 'Hi', took a photograph of a banner and went back to the academy to see the second play of the afternoon. 

Which was definitely the Addams family...

...played to a live performance of Shostakovich (the rest of the band was hiding on some scaffolding).

So, guess where I went after this performance? Yes, you guessed. Back to the march in support of the student radio. When I arrived the concert part was in full swing… 

after this I really wanted to go to see another play at the academy (I was really into it by this stage), but I promised this guy

I would come and see his concert, so I went there instead. At this concert I witnessed a weird combination of some songs from the times when my dad used to play in this band, some new songs some new lyrics on top of old music - a right kerfuffle one could say... After all of this I treated myself to a beer and went home.