Design Festa

Although this weekend should be spent on studying for the exams, we went to the Design Festa, together with Maarten. Three exams on Monday: architecture Japanese writing and Japanese oral. And then the early rising of this morning for the build up of the booth.......


Design Festa was held for the 25th time. All kinds of artists and performers flock to it.


An art fair on flea market scale. Fun.


Giant spider as a hairdo.




Puppet theatre. Drew lots of attention.


Blindfolded listening to naughty stories while being flogged by the nanny...








Artificial moustache art.


And er… er...




Birth aroma...




Musicians could participate too. What this lad was bringing to our ears was not pleasing everybody that much. Not to say that it was ordinary horrible screaming.




Pulling out all the stops. Creativity in abundance.




What really stood out was the amount of creativity. Amidst the hectic life of the big city in which everything seemed focussed on working, it was a pleasure to find an event of a totally different kind. Art from the kitchen table. Small with enormous effort and above all very inspiring. My hands got itchy.


Compatible with Jean Paul Gaultier!


Sideboard lamp of concrete.




Body paint. Boys with blue lamp fingered gloves.


Once outside we were thirsty by now. Maarten met his first unequalled vending machine with hot coffee in cans. Maarten probably will speak Japanese fluently very soon. As no one else he managed to say “Frank” in Japanese. Unfortunately he travelled on to Europe on Sunday. In only one day we dragged him through almost all Tokyo. At the end of the day we were totally worn out. Except for Maarten. Come again!