The city breathes. A warm glow lays over Amsterdam like a velvet blanket. The sun sinks slowly behind the horizon, a last kiss for the day. Along the motorway, streaks of light from cars's pass-hurried lives caught in a still image.
At the heart of this hushed bustle lies a football pitch, brightly lit, an island of artificial light between brick and steel. There is no football being played. No cheering voices, no running shadows across the grass. Only the lanterns watch, statuesque and patient, as if waiting for a match yet to be played.
The skyline rises stately, silhouettes of the past and the future intertwined. Between offices, residential towers and the motorway, the evening finds its balance. Here, at this intersection of nature and concrete, speed and calm, night is born.
Arnold van West - Visual Storyteller in Hospitality
After my hotel school education, my career began as a food manager on cruise ships in the Caribbean. The international cuisine, vibrant atmosphere and visual splendour of the hospitality world always attracted me. Back in the Netherlands, I decided to..
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