BITTER

4th of January 2026. My parents called us that they'd be on our doorstep in 30 minutes. Laura was sick, I'd just driven 1100 km the day before, it wasn't exactly what we were expecting to start our Sunday with. But we'd just gotten engaged. We figured it was why they'd come by, to congratulate us, and start the year off right. 

We'd just come back from holidays, so the pantry was empty, off I'd go to the AH, for coffee and something sweet. 

The irony of what I'd bring back; bitterkoekjes

When they left, the coffee cups and the remaining bitterkoekjes stood untouched on the table until the cookies were no longer just bitter, but stale too. The news they'd just told us took away any appetite to eat or clean them up. 6 days later I finally took them to the studio for this shot.