Same place. Different shirt.
Same brewery. Different colour.
Same beer. Different text.
A few weeks later it is.
They placed a system on the wall so the cleaning tools can hang.
Untill roundabout a year ago there was a fridge standing to this wall.
That’s why it’s still a bit white.
History in the wall was frozen.
Only that part.
Now it’s changing all the time.
I had planned to wear my other Pyramid Hefe Weizen shirt today.
But I totally forgot that I have to do a blind tasting tonight.
Rauchbier. 13 of them.
Of which 10 are German.
I can’t wear a hefe weizen shirt at such a day.
It should be a genuine German shirt, I decided.
I took this photograph at Brouwerij de Molen. One of the Dutch contestants tonight.
Some things you gotta do in style.
Albeit a tiny bit of style.
I gave up drinking wheatbeers a long time ago.
There’s often a kind of banana flavour to it.
I hate that in beer.
I do have those shirts though. Especially brought to me by B & M out of that far away country called the US of A.
Those T’s made a long journey.
I got to be thankfull. & Wear it. Because they look great.
One can’t drink shirts.
So I won’t complain about the taste of it.
I got this one from 2 of the ‘Scooters’. That’s a group of Vespa owners.
We call them the Scooters.
The couple was on holiday in Seattle.
I don’t know whether they have Vespa’s there.
Anyway, they drink beer here in Amsterdam, so they decided to drink beer there also.
Then they saw a T-shirt hanging. & They suddenly remembered their favourite bartender.
That’s me, the last one.
So they brought me a T that is fitting me tight.
I can breath in it, but I shouldn’t get mad at someone.
That’s why I’m only wearing it at Sundays. When the Scooters are visiting our brewpub.
The 100th photo, so about to be time that I show you my 1st beershirt.
Well, it was the moment that it came up to my mind that I wanted to have more shirts.
A collection was started. My body became my own museum.
I swapped it with the brewer of Flying Fish. He visited Amsterdam for the Bockbierfestival.
I’m still gratefull.
Simon asked me why I didn’t place a T on the stairs of De Wildeman.
Oh yeah, they have stairs too, I thought. It’ll look great.
I’d better do that, I replied to Simon, when there are no customers in the pub.
But now I’m looking for stairs all the time.
Or, that happened earlier this week, I feel sorry when I forgot to use stairs to for showing another T.
I don’t have stairs at my own place. I only have a stepladder here.
He took us with him to his stock.
It was 15 min walking.
It was worth it.
We could take a look at his wooden kegs.
We could even drink something from it.
Oh, heaven is here, we realized.
Heaven should be photographed.
But I left my T’s at the brewery itself. No photograph without a T.
Wait, I remembered suddenly, I am wearing a longsleeves that’s not been registered yet.
I explained Menno, the brewer.
Do you know the sign on this T-shirt, I asked him.
Yep, it’s Gadd’s, he replied. A good friend of mine.
Sometimes I’m getting crazy of all those empty bottles. We don’t have enough crates to store them in a decent way.
The day starts with sorting out what can be placed in a crate where the bottles fit in.
Mess. Always a mess.
Alway trying to get rid of it.
We had finished the blind tasting of 10 tripels.
& Just like schooldays I was the 1st to sit somewhere else.
It seems like I intuitively know the places where people will gather.
Before they joined me I hanged this T in a tree in the La Trappe garden. I took a photograph.
Then I turned around & waited for the conversations about to happen.
Beerconversations.
It’s nearly always the same.
I really don’t mind that though.
While we were waiting I told the people about the amount of T’s I collected during the years.
& That I was placing photographs of them on Flickr.
Most of the people still don’t know what Flickr is.
We were waiting. For the Belgians to arrive.
In the meantime I photographed the shirt I’d just bought at the shop of La Trappe.
It’s strange to take a picture while people are watching you.
It is as if the things won’t do what you want them to do.
Finally I succeeded.
It was at the moment nobody was interested in me anymore. The Belgians had just arrived.
