It is only fitting that my first post for Street Art is on Amsterdam. After all, Amsterdam is the city that I first became enthralled with Street Art in. On my first visit, I stumbled upon a section of town seemingly devoted to Street Art, and I have been admiring and photographing it ever since. It’s just one of those things that I have always been interested in, especially to see the differences from country to country. I am not a fan of tagging, nor carelessly scrolling your initials on a freeway sign; to me, that feels more like littering than anything. There are a couple of different forms of Street Art, and most of them are paint based. Here is a quick breakdown of the types for you to reference:
Embarrassingly, my knowledge of the Netherlands consisted of the stereotypical legal drugs, red light district, windmills, tulips, wooden shoes and Anne Frank.
Amsterdam was the first stop on our two month trip to Europe and Africa. It was our first overseas trip together. I was excited, but I had some nerves on alert too. On top of that, we were staying with a high school friend of mine, we will call her G. I hadn’t seen G for years. Not only was I nervous about seeing her and meeting her family, but I was nervous about intertwining Matt into the mix while renewing my old friendship.