A garden variety style scrapbook compiled by a Dutch, classic menswear dilettante. It is about time I found a different
hobby. No look books, no brand or shop reviews, no WIWT, no pitti, just trite old shit I like. Inspiration, lots and lots of it.
"Except for the man who thought Sarphatistraat was the most beautiful place in Europe, I’ve never met anyone more peculiar than the Freeloader.
The Freeloader you found lying in your bed with his dirty shoes on when you came home late; the Freeloader who smoked your cigars and filled his pipe with your tobacco and burned your coal and peered into your cupboards and borrowed your money and wore out your shoes and took your coat when he had to go home in the rain. The Freeloader who always ordered in someone else’s name, who sat and drank jenever like a prince at the outdoor tables of the Hollandais on other people’s tabs, who borrowed umbrellas and never brought them back, who heated Bavink’s secondhand stove until it cracked, who wore his brother’s double collars and loaned out Appi’s books, and took trips abroad whenever he’d hit up his old man for money again, and wore suits he never paid for."
― Nescio, De Uitvreter, Titaantjes, Dichtertje, Mene Tekel (Translated as 'Amsterdam Stories')