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May 05, 2004


A few years back I spent a few weeks working at Chello in Amsterdam, out in the uncharted lands beyond Schipol airport. A few friends were working their permanently and it felt like they were living in a future from Wallpaper* magazine, as edited by Ballard.

Living in central Amsterdam (which seemed like an olde theme park in comparison), getting to work involved passing through Schipol with its huge outdoor LED advertising displays, and a minibus through flat business parks to the anonymous office.

After work socialising would involve speeding back to civilisation or going for drinks in one of the airport bars. People would head off from the bar to do their shopping at the airport grocery store, dodging the rucksacks and wheeled suitcases. A peculiar existence.

More on Nasseri at RussCoff's site: http://russcoff.typepad.com/russcoff/2004/08/varia_.html and http://russcoff.typepad.com/russcoff/2004/06/sir_alfred_nass.html

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