amsterdive

Hear Here – An Amsterdive meet-up

He whispers to me: “I realised the other day what happened at your meet-up”. I squinted. “People wanted to learn how to be (more) human”.

by Ana V. Martins

The freelance life part I: my story

I don’t have it all figured out. But maybe it is useful for you to know what I did figure out in the meanwhile.

by Ana V. Martins

We Are Public, and Amsterdive is too

If I made the rules, I would be granted access to a play at the Stadsschouwburg, another one at the Oostblok, a dance show at Paradiso, and two more at the Dansmakers. Oh, and a storytelling at Mediamatic. Everything in the same week. WAIT.

by Ana V. Martins

I’m a Moving Zebra

I’m showing you here my favorite shoots of that early November morning, when I became a moving zebra. We’re starting with an image which warms the cockles of my heart.

by Ana V. Martins

A midsummer summer night’s dream (or De Parade)

De Parade. If you never heard this name, please rely on my description ( any resemblance to reality is pure coincidence).

by Ana V. Martins

Anatomy of a Sunday in Nieuw-West

“Sloterplas? Is that even inside the ring?”. Well, no, in fact it is located at an excruciating distance of thirty minutes bike-ride from the city center, therefore only the bravest of Amsterdammers managed to ever make it there. The reward for these pioneers was of no small-scale: a big lake in the middle of nature which serves as an urban beach as well – a space free of crowds and tourists -; super tasty turkish and surinamese food at the shopping area nearby – at more affordable prices than in the center -; and last but not the least, De Meervaart Theater.