Last week during my bar shift at Boulevard, we talked about the paintings of Judith Osborn. Yes, I thought right away; Judith Osborn? She was the one with those witty T-shirts? Yes, that one, Judith Osborn. Actually a Zoe Karssen. afrom the letter. Judith has a calm demeanor and has immersed herself in the world of the Higher Arts. And I found it beautiful. So Jet and I headed to the vernissage at the Amstelhotel, my favorite for a glass, such a delicious bitterball, the art, and fun people. Because Judith and Bert (Van der Veer, her beloved) always have cheerfulness attached to them.

Upon entering, we immediately bumped into our amayzine-friend Eva Jinek and her Freek. Immediately took a photo to then dive like alligators on that divine bitterball. And then Freek. What a nice man. Just the fact that he calls Eva ‘liefke’ did the trick. And my daughter was really starstruck when I told her who I had met. “Freek in the wild for real?!”

Frank Houtappels looked amazing in his TIGHT suit (“Shapewear, ladies. I'm up to my chin in Spanx.”)

We continued on our famous syrup hunt. Photographer Govert de Roos, couturier Paul Schulten, Judith herself, architect Cees Dam, Michiel van Erp (just finished his first drama series Ramses which I am really looking forward to), editor-in-chief of LINDA specials Iebele van der Meulen, and another favorite, Frank Houtappels. Frank had opened the exhibition and was washing away his nerves with white wine. He looked great in his tight suit (“Shapewear, ladies. I'm up to my chin in Spanx.”) and also whispered to us that he (screenwriter) will soon come up with a great scoop. We will wait, Frank. But we are already quite pleased with the shapewear story.

The paintings of Judith hang in the A-bar and in the Garden Room. Go there, eat a bitterball (or two), and enjoy it.