Monday, May 24, 2010
Peggy and I just left Antwerp and are now in Bruges, which is a much much nicer place. I got to go see works by my favourite artists but still we both ended up hating Antwerp. There are really nice pockets of great architecture and museums but one false lapse in direction and it seems as if you entered Baghdad and instead of western hating Iraqis you will find weird Syrian gypsy ginos wearing white linen cargo pants and pink polo shirts with bedazzled eagles on the backs. Its like Toronto club district meets 1830s Tangiers. Its the strangest thing, all the men are slightly faggy and when you really do see a transvestite it just looks like your dad decided to dress up like a 22 year old city girl, they by far have the weirdest cross dressers. We saw a 90 year old man wearing a denim skirt.
If you know Joe, you know his most favourite painter is Frans Snyders. Here he is in front one at the Rockox House Museum. As we left that building what was next door? The actual HOUSE of Frans Snyders. Joe got so exited he buzzed the owners of the house. He was politely told by some British man that it was indeed Snyder's house, but unfortunately it wasn't a museum.We left it at that but Joe of course became obsessed with the idea of returning and asking for a tour of the house, i advised him his wish probably wouldn't be granted as most people in Antwerp don't seem to care much for their artistic history and are more interested in being stuck up jerks and drinking all day. eat shit Antwerp!