Editorial01 SnowWhite and the Magnificent 7 by Peter01_CONTENT05_PRODUCT SPECIALnomad, lotis, giro, boxlite and flush dynamix09_MMMODULARModular dishes13_SLUTFairy tale comic02_EDITORIALBye, bye, Zinetta ...06_ANGELO & ANGELINOHot studs being waterproof but not beerproof10_LOOKING FOR MOTIVATED PEOPLEdie Ortlahner Schuhplattlergruppe14_AGENDAExhibitions and events03_PROJECTSThis chapter shows a grasp of recently finished projects07_MODUNEWSRecent news of fairs and exhibitions11_GREGOIRFairy tale04_ELEVEN QUESTIONS ...... to Benjamin Demeyere08_ŒUVRESofie Muller12_MODU REVIEW PAGEBeen here, seen this?FAR LEFT DWARF:DOMINIQUE MEERSMANDWARF NEXT TO FAR LEFT DWARF:BERNARD ROMMENSTHIRD DWARF FROM THE LEFT:BRAM COUVREURDWARF IN THE MIDDLE:LAURENT GERMONPREZFEMALE DWARF:LIESELOT VANDEMAELECOOL DWARF:PETER WILLEMSDWARF ON THE RIGHT:TOON STOCKMANZinetta 07Zinetta is published three monthly by Modular Lighting Instruments NV.Zinetta <strong>edition</strong>s are entirely made by RotoR.Printed on 30.800 copies. Not to be sold. Distributed by a localModular Lighting Instruments Dealer or by a local fan club.Although Zinetta has endeavoured to ensure that all information iscorrect, all info in this magazine may be subject to change.Zinetta would like to thank the following contributing players:Editorial Office: RotoR crew & associated Modular membersLayout, illustrations and concept: RotoRContributing photographers: Studio Boa, RotoRContributing illustrators: Benjamin Demeyere, Pieter De PoortereFor subscriptions contact our website:www.supermodular.com/zinetta.Editorial office and other enquiries: Ms. Zinetta,Rumbeeksesteenweg 258-260, B-8800 Roeselare, Belgium,phone +32 51 25 27 25, zinetta@supermodular.com.2
Bye, bye, Zinetta ...“Hey dreamer boy” she said, waving her hand in front of my eyes, “How far awayare you?” I couldn’t have been more lost in my daydream as I was gazing at one ofScotland’s most beautiful pieces of countryside. Zinetta had booked a “murder andmystery” trip and had asked lucky me to accompany her. This was our first nightthere and we were having a Bloody Mary on one of Castle McManaman’s mostbeautiful terraces.“Well”, she continued, “I was reading this book on fairy tales and modern daythrillers and what their actual meaning was in the olden days compared to today.After I finished my reading, I picked up the phone and booked us this trip. “Oh? Ididn’t know you were so impulsive...” I grinned. She didn’t even pay attention to myplayful remark. “To hell with sunny beaches and traditional holidays, we’re here forsome pure spine-tingling mystery, my dear Watson. The brochure says that we justhave to check in at the hotel and that the rest will be taken care of!”At that very moment, a waiter arrived with an envelope on a silver plate with myname written on it in red ink. “They’re in quite a hurry to murder somebody”, Ilaughed. But my laughter didn’t last long as I read the old-fashioned handwriting:“ONE OF THE PEOPLE ON THE TERRACE WILL SHORTLY BE BEHAVINGSTRANGELY - PAY CLOSE ATTENTION”. Zinetta grasped the envelope from myhands, read the message and couldn’t help herself from becoming almosthysterical. “Oh, don’t you find this game so exciting!!”The Sherlock in me woke up as I started studying the five other couples around us.Surprisingly, nothing happened in the hour that followed except for the wonderfulmeal we were served. “Oh, if only Francis were here to taste this gorgeous piece oflamb and sip this super wine”. I didn’t have enough time to get nervous thinkingabout her lovely “Jamie Oliver” Francis, as all of a sudden the guy sitting at the tablenext to us shouted, “Well, I’ve had enough of this. I’ve tried everything to solve ourproblems but you do nothing but complain. I’m going to my room, enjoy my desert!”Quite a good piece of acting, I thought, as I closely observed what was happening.The guy’s wife just stared in front of her as he left the table very abruptly andbumped into me, knocking over a glass of wine on my shirt. “Oh damn”, he said. “Putthe cleaning bill on my account”, and just left without apologizing.What happened shortly afterwards was just like in a movie, because the murder andmystery part now really started taking off. In the few minutes that I needed to get tomy room and change my shirt, I heard a loud bang that seemed to come from theroom next door. I was the very first person to get there and found the door and thebedroom window wide open. Mr nice guy from a few minutes ago had opened hisroom’s window and had apparently jumped out, falling for what surely must havebeen 30 metres. Or had he been pushed? Seconds later, I heard shouting and theother guests were soon looking down with me at the silhouette of a tiny man in apuddle of blood. The guy’s wife, or the actress that played her, collapsed and wasimmediately looked after by the hotel staff. Very realistic acting once again...Zinetta and I decided that it was time for bed, and in our case this unfortunately stillmeant separate rooms. But to hell with that, many other men would have paidmoney to be this close to my favourite girl. While taking off my pants, I feltsomething unusual in my pocket. “Strange”, I thought, since I didn’t recall having putsomething in it. It was a small piece of cardboard with the following messagescribbled on it: “MY MURDERER WILL BE AFTER YOUR GIRLFRIEND TOO!!!”It must have been the guy that left the table who slipped this into my pocket! Ithought that this whole mystery thing was starting to get out of hand, but decidednot to tell Zinetta until the following morning.In the middle of the night, I was woken up by what I thought were voices comingfrom Zinetta’s room. I switched on the bedside lamp and immediately went over tohave a look and found the door open. All the lights were out except for the lightcoming from under the bathroom door. “Zinetta?” I called while giving a tap on thedoor. No answer, except for what sounded like whispers. “Zinetta?!”, and a secondknock. I thought I heard her say “Help me”, and forcefully opened the door. What Ithen saw was the most dreadful sight of my whole life. Zinetta sat upright in thebathtub with blood splattered all over the walls and floor. SURPRISE SURPRISE!!was written on the mirror in Zinetta’s lip stick. I started shouting for help as loud asI could while trying to resuscitate Zinetta’s lifeless body.Very soon afterwards, nearly the whole group was at the room door, but apparentlynot to help... One of them was carrying a bloody butcher’s knife and very slowlycame towards me. I tried to do something to defend myself, but had no chance inthe tiny bathroom. Soon, three of the attackers were holding me tightly as the killerdrew nearer. They all started grinning and whispering “who’s next, who’s next, who’snext...?”“No! No! No!!” “Hey what’s up with you, silly boy? I’ve never heard you complainwhen getting suntan lotion put on. Did you fall asleep maybe?” As I opened myeyes, I saw my beautiful Zinetta smiling over me and rubbing sun lotion on my chest.“Did my baby boy have a bad dream maybe, huh? Didn’t you know that a mix ofholiday murder and mystery books, one too many cocktails and this Greek sun canaffect your dreams?”I needed about five minutes to recover from this dreadful nightmare. I urgently calledthe waiter, ordered a double gin and tonic and enjoyed Zinetta playing in the pearlyblue waves... Hah, life can be hard sometimes...3
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