Amsterdam Photo Diary

Amsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla Chips Amsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla Chips Amsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla ChipsWeaving between the canals and narrow side streets of Amsterdam was one of the more surreal things I’ve ever done. It looked like a painting and it smelled like pancakes. Always.

Amsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla Chips Amsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla Chips Hotel Okura, Amsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla Chips Amsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla ChipsAmsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla ChipsAmsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla ChipsWhile we were frequently warned about how crazy Amsterdam is and to proceed with caution (especially if we dared go to the Red Light District) I was mainly concerned about my safety because of the incomprehensible amount of bicyclists. Being from a not-so-big city, I tend to cross streets a little more haphazardly than, say, a New Yorker. Knowing that, it should come as no surprise to you that the meanest thing a dutch person yelled at me was, “AAAAAAAAAH MOOOOOOOOOOVE.”

Somehow, though she was yelling, she still sounded like the nicest person I’ve ever met. Everything in that language sounds bubbly, so I all I thought when I heard the wail of warning was: Das Koot.

Yes, that does mean exactly what it sounds like. Perfect, I know.

Amsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla Chips Amsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla Chips Amsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla Chips Amsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla Chips Amsterdam | via Red Lips Tortilla ChipsI think if I were to compare Amsterdam to a city in the United States, it would be San Francisco. The city is a an architectural artwork created in hues of blues, grays, reds, and browns with intermittent color on every block.

Past the walls are the roofs, each shaped as unique as the city they look over and often trimmed with ornate, sculpted detailing. The buildings are dotted with almost as many windows as bricks, and light is welcomed into the homes of those who reside in them.

For me, this means that people would become all too aware of the amount of pastries I’d be enjoying and dutch television whose subtitles I would be enthusiastically reading aloud. What channel? The food network. Come on.

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After all is said and done, I think I’ll be going back to the Netherlands. If not for the scenery, the museums, the culture, the markets, the colors, the people, the flowers, the beer, the painted clogs or the food…

Then I’ll at least need a second visit back to find and apologize to that happy-angry lady who just wanted an interruption-free, city cruise on her bike.

All photos taken by me. To see more photos follow me on instagram at @lacunningham

Fashion week catch up 2 coming soon! Also, more pictures from Europe.

Speak to you all soon!

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