… is another man’s treasure, and although I wasn’t actively seeking ‘treasures’ while I was in Cape Town (damn those economy class luggage constraints!) I enjoyed browsing the junk shops, second-hand bookstores, salvage yards, flea-markets and off-beat galleries.
Every second-hand or ‘junk’ object has a story, and even though that story is usually not apparent, likely never will be, and is possibly not even very interesting, it imbues the object with a kind of ‘luminosity’, the faint and distant resonance of life’s ‘white-noise’.
Words are not my forte so I’m having a hard time describing what I mean, but I think it’s this incorporeal narrative potential that each object possesses that, for me, makes junk shop browsing such a pleasing way to pass a few idle hours…
(eat your heart out Piet Hein Eek!)
If luggage constraints (and customs and health & safety regulations) had not been an issue I probably would have returned to Amsterdam with a suitcase full of skulls!
I’m off to the Primavera music festival in Barcelona tomorrow. In addition to the many, many decibels of great music I plan to indulge in I hope to also get a bit of a Modernista architecture/Antonio Gaudi fix. Some Catalonian sunshine wouldn’t go amiss either. So, although it’s a little early in the week to be saying this, I hope you all have a great weekend.
Adéu-siau, until next week!