30 July 2008

a funny thing happened on the way to luxembourg...


i decided to research the route from haarlem to luxembourg city, last week, in advance of my weekend trip. i wouldn't normally undertake this level of preparation and i find it anathema to my preferred footloose-and-fancy-free-yeah-everybody-cut-everybody-cut style of travel, but given that this was a short vacation i figured i should try to maximise the value.

in the end, i think i was slightly disappointed. having found a number of intermediary destinations along the route, my travels became Boring and Predictable, like i was a tour bus or something. there was no excitement, or surprise, or mysterious unmarked laneways that turned to dirt roads and then to cowpaths with brambles scratching the side of a car that you know you're soon going to have to reverse back up the cowpath because there's no place to turn-around... in order of preference, i like trips where a) you have a wallet full of cash, no luggage, a fun motorcycle or car, and no predefined destinations except for the stores where you will have to buy fresh underwear every (other) day; or b) there is an ultimate destination in mind, but it is far enough away that you can get yourself thoroughly good and lost on the way. i don't like tour-bus rides, i don't like cruise ships, and i don't like being told where i have to be.

still, i *did* manage to drive almost into a barn full of cows on the way back while actively ignoring clive, my gps, in an attempt to throw him into a temper tantrum. and i *did* get to spend 10km following a tractor towing a liquid manure spreader. which was kind of leaking. so the trip wasn't a total waste...

and then there was potentially the best saturday afternoon of my life.

clervaux is a village of 1,810 people nestled in a valley in northern luxembourg - a country of only 480,222 germans, french, dutch and luxembourgeoisie. the country is rather small, about 1/4000th the size of canada, but also about 500 times larger than the vatican, so i guess it's all relative. anyway, clervaux should be on every photographer's must-see-before-i-die list. clervaux is pretty, no doubt, and my picture does not do it justice, but it's not the aesthetic quality of the village that makes it a photographer's dream. no, it is this.

i had never even heard of the "family of man" before, but it was fantastic. here is what you need to know:
  • location: 15th century castle, pictured above (the large black box to the bottom-right of the castle was the back of the exhibition stage. for the lumberjack competition that was taking place the same day. ???)
  • collection: 503 photographs
  • collector: edward steichen (long-time friend of and collaborator with alfred stieglitz)
  • timeframe: 1951-1955
  • submissions: 2,000,000 photographs from the best photographers of the age
  • restoration expert: anne cartier-bresson
  • name-drop: magnum, black star, life, national geographic, vogue, brassai, capra, cartier-bresson, miller, nilsson...
and for icing on the biggest piece of the best cake i've ever had? the travelling worldpress photo 2008 competition that i'd missed in amsterdam was being shown in the same castle.

yeah, it was a pretty good afternoon.

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