It started when I saw a beehive along the road in Chalkidiki, Greece. “Stop the car!” I had to make a picture.
Short after the first, more followed. Every time I spotted new beehives, they were more beautiful and colourful. And every time the car had to be stopped immediately, so I could make pictures. Even the kids started spotting them for me. It became an obsession.
When I showed the photo’s to some greek people, they told me the greek name was kυψέλες (kipseli). They were surprised by their beauty as well. It seemed like they never looked at them the way this tourist did.
On the last day, my obsession reached it’s climax. We drove by some sort of a graveyard for kipseles! Lots of beautiful old boxes, all packed together. Happiness!
I fantasised about importing them to Holland. I was convinced that soon every Dutch household would be in desparate need of a kipseli: two boxes clicked on top of eachother, for magazines, toys or for whatever kind of storage purpose you can think of. Woonbeurs 2013 here I come!
Too bad I didn’t have time left to do business. And, I’m not the most impulsive type of person to end up with 200 kipseles without making a solid businessplan first. Back in Holland, daily routine is taking it’s turn and the idea’s are fading. But who knows who will dare to do it..