On my way to the theatre on Friday, I saw an old friend on the street. She looked the same as ever. Same hair, same clothes, same walk.

We used to move as one, talk as one. An inseparable, pre-sexual partnership. Built to last forever. But it broke.

I turned in my step and waltzed right out of her way, pretending not to see her. She did the same, I’m sure.

{ Seen 14/5: ‘Unzip’, ‘Nocturne’ (see photo) and ‘Sister Fury’ by Scapino Ballet, Rotterdam @ Stadsschouwburg, Utrecht
Seen 15/5: ‘Dans voor Mei’, at de Engelenbak, Amsterdam. Photos off site. }

We weren’t the only ones in the country who’d decided to go see the Alphonse Mucha exhibition at the Kunsthal in Rotterdam. It is a venue entirely unsuitable to large capacity crowds. This made our experience of the work of Mucha less enjoyable than it might have been had we had more space to move in.

Since childhood I’ve been been fascinated with Jugendstil. It has an immediate appeal, though I’m no connaisseur.

I am sure its intrigue would wear off quickly if I saw it too often. There’s something sickly about it — something not quite right with Mucha’s mad stare of Jaroslava (a girl much in favour with Mucha, it seems) and Medea’s morbid act or Beardsley’s Salome. Apparently H.R. Giger is a fan. He would be.

After Mucha, Disfarmer (fascinating) and Edward Steichen (too small prints, too familiar shots), Minimeeters Inc. took five.

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Later on in the day we spotted a man in a big coat.