Amsterdam’s oldest "ouwehoeren," as they call themselves, will be the guests of honor at this Italian dinner in a private home. Pasta, salad, garlic bread, wine and beer are on the menu, but the real attraction will be stories about Amsterdam's infamous De Wallen, where Martine and Louise Fokkens once owned a brothel.
Beyond their experiences behind red-lit windows, the twins are talented artists whose paintings depict haunting memories of their childhood in Amsterdam during World War II. Their art and books will be available for sale at this event, and your purchases (and attendance) will help the twins survive on state pensions.
Dutchies welcome, especially those willing to help with translation of salacious stories!
Louise and Martine Fokkens are two-of-a-kind, down to their near-identical flamboyant outfits, expertly-applied neon lipstick, and an ongoing playful banter that seems eerily synchronized. Born to Jewish parents in war-torn Holland, the twins hid from the Nazis in their family’s Amsterdam basement while others like the Franks were hauled away to concentration camps. Today they’re best known as Amsterdam’s oldest prostitutes, a distinction they hold with pride.
Identical twins Martine (left) and Louise Fokkens wax nostalgic about their collective century of experience as prostitutes in Amsterdam’s Red Light District.
The Fokkens’ story is documented in Sundance Now’s Meet the Fokkens, as well as Meet the Fokkens in the Red Light District, a book that’s topped the Dutch bestsellers list. It now forms a bittersweet chapter in the history of one of Amsterdam’s oldest, most beautiful yet notorious neighborhoods.
Between clients, the twins wrote stories now collected in Meet the Fokkens.
After a brief stint as a lampshade designer, Louise was driven into prostitution as a teen by her abusive first husband and pimp. In the ’70s, she left him to open her own brothel. Martine followed her twin into man’s oldest profession, launching her career as head window cleaner of her sister’s successful establishment. After customers repeatedly confused her with Louise, she fell into the sex trade fold.
Together, the twins have championed hookers’ rights through the first independent union for prostitutes, created to uphold their rights and sow seeds for a sense of community among Red Light District prostitutes. These days, after a collective century of pleasuring countless men, they bear neither grudges nor shame, waxing nostalgic about the good times they had across decades spent strolling the streets of de Wallen, flirting with suitors, and sitting in adjacent red-lit windows clad in sexy corsets, garters, silk stockings and patent leather stilettos.
“Everything’s plastic today,” Louise tells me in her thick Dutch accent. With a twinkle in her eye, she adds, “But we’re the real thing, honey. We know the tricks and how to make the customers laugh, too.”
At 75, the ladies have all but given up their careers as sex workers and are struggling to survive on state pensions and royalties from their movie and book. They’re also transitioning into a new life chapter as vloggers and tour guides of the Amsterdam neighborhood they know best.