Silver Staphorster headpieces sparkle in the sunlight, and a Zeeland lady’s wide lace collides with her neighbor’s rabbit-fur hat. “The last picture, I promise”! ‘ exclaims photographer Jamie Nelson of The Cherry Collector. He is lucky on this day when the rain and the sun alternate at a fast and unpredictable pace: just before the photo is taken, the sun rises. Curious passers-by should take a step back, and take another step: this should show The picture is a traditional outfit only.
Coaches from Markin
A group of girls in Marker costumes walk the Museum Square, chased by cameras and cell phones. Larisa Biribum, 20, has worn the dress four times in recent years, she says, because of the photos in the book. “I especially like that my grandmother can get dressed again, she is enjoying this,” she says, as she follows her friends to the center of the circle.
They came with twelve coaches from all over the country, from Zeeland to Friesland. This group photo of 600 people in traditional attire is the culmination of Nelson’s recent project, famous for its indigenous portraits. When Nelson could not travel during the Corona period, he decided to tour the Netherlands, the country in which he had lived for more than thirty years. It resulted in Between the Sea and the Sky, a heavy book containing hundreds of photos of people dressed in local costumes.
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This is a Hindeloopen, I think,” says Cori van Amsterdam to Helga Spits (79), just like her in Zanes. She points out another participant. Many of the participants in the Nelson project know each other through performances and folklore days. Van Amsterdam and Spits belong To the Zanstrek Fashion Group At the beginning of August, the group was still in a traditional fashion show in Katwick, and next week it will be at the Elderly Society in Wormer.
All clothes are handcrafted, and some pieces still come from ancestral heritage. “We go to galleries to find original fabrics,” says Van Amsterdam. Spitting lifts her skirt to reveal the three layers underneath, including the “disak,” an early ancestor of the undergarment money belt. “Every skirt has a slit, so you can reach for it.” And what about those lingerie that, according to legend, ladies would not have worn under their skirts in days gone by? “We don’t know, we’re wearing it anyway,” Helga says. “I think the underwear didn’t end up on the estate because it was dirty and yellow after so many years.”
Spits and Van Amsterdam have experience with presentations, but this is also a special event for them. “This has never been shown before, and it will never be shown again,” Spetses said. “This is disappearing,” many participants say. “When we got married, we were the only couple where both the mother and her mother-in-law were still pregnant,” says Willem van der Harst, 67, from Scheveningen. “And that was 44 years ago.” Together with folklore groups they try to preserve traditions. “But my wife only wears jeans on weekdays.”
Older ladies from Spakenburg and Staphorst are among the few who still take to the streets every day in traditional skirts and hats, although some have replaced their everyday hats with a Sunday hat for the occasion. “My grandmothers still wear them,” says fourteen-year-old Stevie de Young of Spakenburg. Her mother – who is dressed in modern clothes – and her grandmother – in traditional dress – is with us.
Steffi and her peers wear white hats with colorful flowers only on special occasions, such as hunting days. “In the last days of hunting, it was noticed that there were a lot of young people in traditional dress,” she says. ‘, also in a modern Spakenburg uniform, with a blouse in place of this piece in the front. Because traditional clothes also seem to be subject to fashion; In the past, for example, skirt pleats were wider and the neck closed higher, says Mrs. Staphorster.
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Is this the Netherlands?
Then the Marquins orchestra begins a cheerful tone and the bolognese begins with bright colors and spontaneity. When the first gaps in the crowd appear, one tourist after another taps a lady in a long skirt or a gentleman in a 19th century costume on the shoulder. “Excuse me, can I take a picture with you?” A woman in a white cap and black embroidered skirt lights a cigarette, while two teenagers in traditional Orc costumes get some chips. “Is this Dutch clothes too?” A gray bystander in an umbrella and sports jacket asks two girls in red sleeves, blue aprons, and white hats. “Yes, that’s Markin,” one laughs. “It’s really all Dutch.”
Moments later it started raining again, but then the skirts and hats were already high and dry in the back bus, or at the latte macchiato at the nearest coffee shop.