The born-and-raised Amsterdammer wears vintage and is on the list everywhere
In Amsterdam, you can finally be your unique self. But are you really that special? The city seems to consist mainly of, at most, four different Amsterdam students. Today: The born-and-raised Amsterdammer.
Wears:
Black jumper (vintage), loose-fitting beige trousers (vintage), half-sleeved white shirt (Uniqlo-vintage), Chelsea boots (vintage), moustache (vintage), necklace (vintage?).
Goes to:
Jaxie (Ajax), De Schietclub, cinema restaurant FC Hyena, basically anything in Amsterdam-North that still combines a bit of that cultural creative space with an ambience DJ/graphic novelwriter in a Bonne Suits jacket with plant-based shared dining in a corrugated iron shed and minimal-afrobeat-to-7am-not-see-but-be-seen-while-you-vape-your-life-away-telling-about-your-new-project-for-a-pub-that-you-would-never-visit-but-could-rescue-Damsko-from-internationals-clubbing.
Says:
- ‘I’m on the list. Buddy of mine is a lighting and engineering artist here/manages the mental safe space/has sex with a girl who promotes the club in her stories/knows more drum & bass songs than cities outside Amsterdam/is thinking of starting a podcast with his friends.’
- ‘My study is so extremely important, man, but you also need to make sure your uni-knowledge is on the same emotional level as your anxious attachment style.’
- ‘They can’t let Amsterdam-North yuppify, dude. Is the only thing that still vibes authentically in Dammie.’ (Lives in a 60m2 studio in Oost of his divorced, high educated parents, who have paid for his decade of Waldorf education, private school Luzac, three years of pre-college Creative Business and just as many unfinished UvA propaedeuses with long-study fines).
