The week in which May-Britt signed a non-disclosure agreement at Boulevard to be the first to see the commercial of the year, for Chanel, with Michiel Huisman.

Always that deadline

It feels like our fall issue just came out and I'm already being tapped on the shoulder for the copy of the winter issue. This year it comes early at Amayzine because the winner of Holland’s Next Topmodel appears on our cover and we want to have our issue online as soon as possible after the HNTM finale for you.

She of Imaan Hammam

On Friday I will interview Marit Koek, the woman who wrote a bit of modeling history by discovering Imaan Hammam for our Model Issue and I will work that out immediately at the office. In the afternoon, I get a high-profile visit from a little girl. My girl. She has had a tough time with fashion month and the associated absent mom, so we compensate by dancing together in the office on Friday afternoon.

At the Boulevard bar

It’s October and that’s the month in which we make an extra effort for women (and a few men) affected by breast cancer. I try to help in my own way every year and this year it was even more appropriate because I now know even better what it’s like when someone you love dearly is struck by that stupid c. That’s why I found it extra special to interview Tommy Hilfiger who designed a bag that sells for €300, of which €100 goes to charity. The item aired on Tuesday and I got to tell Albert and Winston all about it (well, ‘all’ is what you can share in two minutes).

Secret mission

The ladies from Chanel were at The Dylan in Amsterdam. They asked if I could drop by for a glass (they say ‘un coupe’) of champagne and something special. But of course.

Upon entering, a non-disclosure agreement was placed under my nose and it all became even more exciting. Next to colleagues Anne-Marije de Vries Lentsch (Editor-in-Chief Cosmopolitan) and Ellen Litz (editor-in-chief Beau Monde) on a soft couch, we had the extremely exclusive preview of the No 5 commercial with Gisèle Bundchen and ‘our’ (yes, in the case of world fame, every Dutch person is one of us) Michiel Huisman. So I can’t say anything about it, not even about the love-inducing music underneath and Gisèle’s butt, but Monday, Monday is ours and I’m going to let loose.

To and fro Copenhagen

Thursday was a delightful day at the office and yesterday I was already up at 06:00 at Schiphol for a lightning visit to Copenhagen. Almost frustrating knowing that one of my dearest friends lives twenty minutes away in Malmö. But the day is short, work needs to be done, and my foreword for the winter issue needs to be finished by Monday. So I type in the lobby of hotel l’Angleterre and shop a bit with Janine Breukhoven-Kho, my digital friend from Pret-a-pregnant.com.

Happy weekend, May