Leco van Zadelhoff
The elevator doors open and we immediately stand in a warm living room. I think that, besides a swimming pool in the house, is the most luxurious thing you can imagine in a home.
I hear George Michael softly singing in the background, I see an incredibly cozy room with a seating area here and there. The fireplace is burning, there are books everywhere and there is Leco. He pours a glass of white wine for May-Britt and me.
Suddenly, something strikes me: where is the kitchen?
‘I hate food smells and I think a gas stove is really the ugliest thing there is,’ says Leco. What? How come? Later, in my own house, the kitchen will actually be the center. That's where everyone gathers, we invite friends over, drink a glass of wine every evening and I cook while my husband reads the newspaper. Or the other way around.
‘And what if you really feel like fried eggs with bacon in the morning?’ I ask him anxiously. ‘Oh, then I just walk to Brasserie van Dam, it's just around the corner.’ I have to admit: that also sounds delightful.
Leco gives us a tour. The art on the wall is calming, the four-centimeter thick carpet and the fireplace in his bedroom are my dream. Everything is spick and span, it smells wonderful and every corner is tastefully decorated. Finally, we walk to his wardrobe, because that's what we actually came for.
Compared to all the other spacious rooms in the house, this is quite a modest walk-in closet. However, all the clothes are neatly folded and sorted by color. I admire the impressive row of T-shirts, sorted by print (I think about forty). ‘No,’ says Leco, ‘those are shawls.’
Oops, I think I only have one really nice shawl. But every time I'm out for ‘What’s in the closet’, I turn green with envy, and I promise myself to thoroughly clean out my own closet as soon as I get home. Still haven't done that, by the way.
Leco shows off his shoes. I estimate about fifty pairs. But then again, he is the first to be called by his friends from Shoebaloo when the new collection arrives. In no time he stands in the store, secretly drinks a glass of champagne in the basement and buys the latest of the latest again. And wow, he keeps them so neat.
Leco doesn't wear suits. Yes, of course, if that's the dress code, but usually just a jacket over jeans, preferably from PRPS or Dsquared.
‘A man actually doesn't need more than a cool pair of jeans, a nice white shirt, Tod’s shoes, and a good watch.’ He tells us. I still have to get used to the idea of a man with Tod’s, but suddenly I can completely picture that ideal Leco-man. Maybe it's the white wine, but I'm just daydreaming in Leco's closet. Come on Jet. Back to reality.
Okay, so I see an incredible amount of shoes, all his shirts and pants hanging by color, a shelf specifically for his leather gloves and another compartment for swim trunks. I see a giant Hermès bag (that's where he always transported his little dog Mr. Nielson) and the most beautiful jackets. In a corner stands the Baby Touch perfume from Burberry. “I spray my sheets, my clothes in this closet, and I always spray a bit in the dryer before I turn it on.” Oh Leco, you have so much style and great tips. I’ll skip the one about declaring your kitchen surplus for now, but for the rest… Leco… I’m your girl.
- Swim trunks, € 110 (Marc by Marc Jacobs)
- Shawl, € 660 (Hermès)
- Shirt, € 440 (Alexander McQueen via Matches)
- Loafer (Tod’s)
- Checked jacket, € 1250 (Valentino via Farfetch)
- Jeans, € 810 (PRPS via Matches)
- Watch, price on request (Rolex)
- Shawl, € 630 (Hermès)
- Polo, € 99.95 (Ralph Lauren via Zalando)
- Suede bag, € 2300 (Tom Ford via Neiman Marcus)
