I like to eat my oliebollen while standing on a foot stool for added height. It makes me feel more Dutch.
I posted that comment on Twitter yesterday and was surprised to see just how many people retweeted and favourited it. But while reheating some oliebollen in the microwave yesterday, I did, in fact, end up eating the whole thing while standing on the stool that we need in order to reach the microwave, which is on top of the cabinets.
For many Dutch people — they of amazing height — the microwave would not be out of reach. So I enjoyed my oliebollen while pondering the perspective many Dutch people have while eating their fried-dough treat. It’s nice up there! I might start carrying one of those IKEA stools around with me everywhere.
Today, while G reheated the last of the oliebollen, he decided to take advantage of the perspective, as well. He thinks I might be on to something. For fun, I took a photo, while trying for a bit of a Dutch angle. It’s not quite tilted enough, but it will do. I added in a bit of moody, atmospheric shadowing to drive home the “exoticness and disorientation” of the angle and how it relates to eating a tasty foreign treat from such a height. Just as in The Third Man, I wanted “to emphasize the main character’s alienation in a foreign environment.”
Ha! I bet you didn’t expect comparisons between German Expressionism and Dutch fried dough. See how eating oliebollen on a foot stool has changed my view of the world? Of course, this could all be nonsense resulting from the lack of oxygen at such great heights. Madness? Or the birth of a new philosophy?
This post is heavy on pictures, light on history. Plus, I think I covered most of the pertinent information about the building last week when I posted about the special opening of the building to the public. On the outside, it looks like a massive, dark behemoth of a building, and inside, you still get that feeling with the dark hallways and ever-present brick.
It’s a bit like a cross between a castle dungeon and some of the oppressive-yet-fanciful buildings seen in films like Brazil or Metropolis. Of course, the comparison with Metropolis isn’t such a stretch, since both the film and the building are connected with German Expressionism. It was easy to imagine workers moving in ordered, quick procession through the hallways, perhaps with the sound of chugging trains overlaid. After all, this building has been used for ProRail offices. Still, if you make a wrong turn or misbehave, you may find yourself disappearing down a darkened staircase, twisting and turning.
You may even end up wrapped in heavy chains!
Still, there always seemed to be some light at the end of the tunnel.
There was even light at the top of the tallest tower.
And throughout the building, there were beautiful windows set back in their brick niches.
And the brick, itself, was often quite beautiful with different colors of glazes that helped to create subtle but attractive patterns.
From the looks of things, it also seems to be only the hallways and staircases that are so dark and heavy. The offices all looked quite spacious and bright.
It’s a stylish building, with attractive furnishings throughout, as well as the cheerful orange carpet that suits the walls so well.
It’s an imposing building and certainly isn’t bound to be everyone’s taste, but I couldn’t help falling in love with it a bit. It’s a monstrous beauty.
The full set of photos can be seen in my Inktpot Flickr set.